Hope Is A Tattered Flag (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in whiteThe ...
Carl Sandburg Poems on Dreams (34 Poems)
Silver Wind (Carl Sandburg Poems)
DO you know how the dream looms? how if summer misses one of us the two of us miss summer- ...
Sixteen Months (Carl Sandburg Poems)
ON the lips of the child Janet float changing dreams. It is a thin spiral of blue smoke, A morning ...
Slants at Buffalo, New York (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A FOREFINGER of stone, dreamed by a sculptor, points to the sky. It says: This way! this way! Four lions ...
Sleepyheads (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SLEEP is a maker of makers. Birds sleep. Feet cling to a perch. Look at the balance. Let the legs ...
Tangibles (Carl Sandburg Poems)
(Washington, August, 1918)I HAVE seen this city in the day and the sun. I have seen this city in the ...
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. ...
Three Pieces on the Smoke of Autumn (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SMOKE of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen and travel. The red west is stopped with a gray ...
Winter Milk (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE MILK drops on your chin, Helga, Must not interfere with the cranberry red of your cheeks Nor the sky ...
Whitelight (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOUR whitelight flashes the frost to-night Moon of the purple and silent west. Remember me one of your lovers of ...
In Tall Grass (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BEES and a honeycomb in the dried head of a horse in a pasture corner-a skull in the tall grass ...
Among the Red Guns (Carl Sandburg Poems)
After waking at dawn one morning when the wind sang low among dry leaves in an elm AMONG the red ...
Killers (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I AM singing to you Soft as a man with a dead child speaks; Hard as a man in handcuffs, ...
Balloon Faces (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE BALLOONS hang on wires in the Marigold Gardens. They spot their yellow and gold, they juggle their blue and ...
Momus (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Momus is the name men give your face, The brag of its tone, like a long low steamboat whistle Finding ...
Baltic Fog Notes (Carl Sandburg Poems)
(Bergen)SEVEN days all fog, all mist, and the turbines pounding through high seas. I was a plaything, a rat's neck ...
Pick Offs (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE TELESCOPE picks off star dust on the clean steel sky and sends it to me. The telephone picks off ...
Between Two Hills (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Between two hills The old town stands. The houses loom And the roofs and trees And the dusk and the ...
Places (Carl Sandburg Poems)
ROSES and gold For you today, And the flash of flying flags. I will have Ashes, Dust in my hair, ...
Bringers (Carl Sandburg Poems)
COVER me over In dusk and dust and dreams. Cover me over And leave me alone. Cover me over, You ...
Prayers After World War (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WANDERING oversea dreamer, Hunting and hoarse, Oh daughter and mother, Oh daughter of ashes and mother of blood, Child of ...
Broadway (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I SHALL never forget you, Broadway Your golden and calling lights. I'll remember you long, Tall-walled river of rush and ...
Carlovingian Dreams (Carl Sandburg Poems)
COUNT these reminiscences like money. The Greeks had their picnics under another name. The Romans wore glad rags and told ...
Clocks (Carl Sandburg Poems)
HERE is a face that says half-past seven the same way whether a murder or a wedding goes on, whether ...
Dreams in the dusk (Carl Sandburg Poems)
DREAMS in the dusk, Only dreams closing the day And with the day's close going back To the gray things, ...
Drumnotes (Carl Sandburg Poems)
DAYS of the dead men, Danny. Drum for the dead, drum on your remembering heart. Jaurès, a great love-heart of ...
Dunes (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WHAT do we see here in the sand dunes of the white moon alone with our thoughts, Bill, Alone with ...
Dusty Doors (Carl Sandburg Poems)
CHILD of the Aztec gods, how long must we listen here, how long before we go? The dust is deep ...
Skyscraper (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
Early Moon (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE BABY moon, a canoe, a silver papoose canoe, sails and sails in the Indian west. A ring of silver ...