Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation. (23)
The poem ends on this note of pride. The city is proud, and the speaker is proud of the city. But can we call this pride love? Are pride and love the same thing?