| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 136. Under a Telephone Pole |
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| I AM a copper wire slung in the air, | |
| Slim against the sun I make not even a clear line of shadow. | |
| Night and day I keep singing—humming and thrumming: | |
| It is love and war and money; it is the fighting and the tears, the work and want, | |
| Death and laughter of men and women passing through me, carrier of your speech, | 5 |
| In the rain and the wet dripping, in the dawn and the shine drying, | |
| A copper wire. | |
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