Poet: Carl Sandburg
Dates: 6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967
Title of Poem: The Noon Hour
She sits in the dust at the walls
And makes cigars,
Bending at the bench
With fingers wage-anxious,
Changing her sweat for the day’s pay.
Now the noon hour has come,
And she leans with her bare arms
On the window-sill over the river,
Leans and feels at her throat
Cool-moving things out of the free open ways:
At her throat and eyes and nostrils
The touch and the blowing cool
Of great free ways beyond the walls.
Brief Biography: Sandburg won three Pulitzer Prizes, two for poetry and one for his biography on Abraham Lincoln. He is the only poet to have addressed a joint-session of Congress. As a civil activist Sandburg was the first white man to be honoured by the NCAAP.