Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916.
32. Cumulatives
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And ships gone to wreck here
and the passers-by remember it
with talk on the deck at night
as they near it.
And his battles have held the sporting pages
and on the street they indicate him with their
right fore-finger as one who once wore
a championship belt.
About why this tall dark man has divorced two beautiful young women
And married a third who resembles the first two
and they shake their heads and say, “There he goes,”
when he passes by in sunny weather or in rain
along the city streets.