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I See Chicago Up-chinned, redemptive, obdurate and fond! I see Chicago leaning toward a light Indelible, substantial - to unite Fever and ice in dialogue and bond. Iron is the will below the flying smile. Hale is the heart of this rich rebel whose Scars alter, furies falter and diffuse, Vagueness reverses, in a little while. I see Chicago, city of yeast and yield. City of clangor. City of lungs and and languor. City of maul and mercy, city of the out-stuck neck, city of perils repealed, Already grand, already harvested. With grander range and grander reach ahead. Gwendolyn Brooks