California City Landscape (Carl Sandburg Poems)
On a mountain-side the real estate agents Put up signs marking the city lots to be sold there. A man ...
Carl Sandburg Poems on Cities (34 Poems)
Accomplished (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Every year Emily Dickinson sent one friendthe first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament Andrew ...
Silver Nails (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A MAN was crucified. He came to the city a stranger, was accused, and nailed to a cross. He lingered ...
Smoke (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I SIT in a chair and read the newspapers. Millions of men go to war, acres of them are buried, ...
Smoke and Steel (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
Streets Too Old (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WALKED among the streets of an old city and the streets were lean as the throats of hard seafish ...
The Mayor of Gary (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I ASKED the Mayor of Gary about the 12-hour day and the 7-day week. And the Mayor of Gary answered ...
The Red Son (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I LOVE your faces I saw the many years I drank your milk and filled my mouth With your home ...
The Sins of Kalamazoo (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
Yes, the Dead Speak to Us (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YES, the Dead speak to us. This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness. Back ...
Shirt (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I remember once I ran after you and tagged the fluttering shirt of you in the wind. Once many days ...
A Tall Man (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE MOUTH of this man is a gaunt strong mouth. The head of this man is a gaunt strong head. ...
And They Obey (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SMASH down the cities. Knock the walls to pieces. Break the factories and cathedrals, warehouses and homes Into loose piles ...
Aprons of Silence (Carl Sandburg Poems)
MANY things I might have said today. And I kept my mouth shut. So many times I was asked To ...
Band Concert (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BAND concert public square Nebraska city. Flowing and circling dresses, summer-white dresses. Faces, flesh tints flung like sprays of cherry ...
Bilbea (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BILBEA, I was in Babylon on Saturday night. I saw nothing of you anywhere. I was at the old place ...
Bronzes (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I THE bronze General Grant riding a bronze horse in Lincoln Park Shrivels in the sun by day when the ...
Cumulatives (Carl Sandburg Poems)
STORMS have beaten on this point of land And ships gone to wreck here and the passers-by remember it with ...
Falltime (Carl Sandburg Poems)
GOLD of a ripe oat straw, gold of a southwest moon, Canada thistle blue and flimmering larkspur blue, Tomatoes shining ...
Chicago (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, ...
Knucks (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN Abraham Lincoln's city, Where they remember his lawyer's shingle, The place where they brought him Wrapped in battle flags, ...
Skyscraper (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
Night Movement-New York (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN the night, when the sea-winds take the city in their arms, And cool the loud streets that kept their ...
The Harbor (Carl Sandburg Poems)
PASSING through huddled and ugly walls By doorways where women Looked from their hunger-deep eyes, Haunted with shadows of hunger-hands, ...
Ossawatomie (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I DON'T know how he came, shambling, dark, and strong. He stood in the city and told men: My people ...
Psalm of Those Who Go Forth Before Daylight (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE POLICEMAN buys shoes slow and careful; the teamster buys gloves slow and careful; they take care of their feet ...
Passers-By (Carl Sandburg Poems)
PASSERS-BY, Out of your many faces Flash memories to me Now at the day end Away from the sidewalks Where ...
Accomplished Facts (Carl Sandburg Poems)
EVERY year Emily Dickinson sent one friend the first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament ...
Poems Done on a Late Night Car (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I. CHICKENS I am The Great White Way of the city: When you ask what is my desire, I answer: ...
Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind (Carl Sandburg Poems)
"The past is a bucket of ashes." 1 THE WOMAN named To-morrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and ...