Chicks in
General
THE CHICK in the egg picks at the shell, cracks open one oval world, and enters another oval world.
“Cheep … cheep … cheep” is the salutation of the newcomer, the emigrant, the casual at the gates of the
new world.
“Cheep … cheep” … from oval to oval, sunset to sunset, star to star.
It is at the door of this house, this teeny weeny eggshell exit, it is here men say a riddle and jeer each other: who are
you? where do you go from here?
(In the academies many books, at the circus many sacks of peanuts, at the club rooms many cigar butts.)
“Cheep … cheep” … from oval to oval, sunset to sunset, star to star.
By Carl Sandburg
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