And So To-Day (Carl Sandburg Poems)
And so to-day--they lay him away-- the boy nobody knows the name of-- the buck private--the unknown soldier-- the doughboy ...
Carl Sandburg Poems on Faces (59 Poems)
To A Contemporary (Carl Sandburg Poems)
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
Elephants Are Different To Different People (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Wilson and Pilcer and Snack stood before the zoo elephant. Wilson said, "What is its name? Is it from ...
The Has-Been (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A STONE face higher than six horses stood five thousand years gazing at the world seeming to clutch a secret. ...
To a Contemporary Bunkshooter (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
Trafficker (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Among the shadows where two streets cross, A woman lurks in the dark and waits To move on when a ...
Trinity Place (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE GRAVE of Alexander Hamilton is in Trinity yard at the end of Wall Street. The grave of Robert Fulton ...
Two Neighbors (Carl Sandburg Poems)
FACES of two eternities keep looking at me. One is Omar Khayam and the red stuff wherein men forget yesterday ...
Woman with a Past (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THERE was a woman tore off a red velvet gown And slashed the white skin of her right shoulder And ...
Working Girls (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE working girls in the morning are going to work-- long lines of them afoot amid the downtown stores and ...
Young Sea (Carl Sandburg Poems)
The sea is never still. It pounds on the shore Restless as a young heart, Hunting. The sea speaks And ...
River Moons (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE DOUBLE moon, one on the high back drop of the west, one on the curve of the river face, ...
Sleepyheads (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SLEEP is a maker of makers. Birds sleep. Feet cling to a perch. Look at the balance. Let the legs ...
Stars, Songs, Faces (Carl Sandburg Poems)
GATHER the stars if you wish it so. Gather the songs and keep them. Gather the faces of women. Gather ...
Style (Carl Sandburg Poems)
STYLE--go ahead talking about style. You can tell where a man gets his style just as you can tell where ...
The Four Brothers (Carl Sandburg Poems)
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
The Great Hunt (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a ...
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, ...
A Coin (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOUR western heads here cast on money, You are the two that fade away together, Partners in the mist. Lunging ...
It Is Much (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Women of night life amid the lights Where the line of your full, round throats Matches in gleam the glint ...
Skyscraper (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
Alix (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE MARE Alix breaks the world's trotting record one day. I see her heels flash down the dust of an ...
Legends (Carl Sandburg Poems)
CLOWNS DYINGFIVE circus clowns dying this year, morning newspapers told their lives, how each one horizontal in a last gesture ...
The Road and the End (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I SHALL foot it Down the roadway in the dusk, Where shapes of hunger wander And the fugitives of pain ...
Baby Face (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WHITE MOON comes in on a baby face. The shafts across her bed are flimmering. Out on the land White ...
Loam (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN the loam we sleep, In the cool moist loam, To the lull of years that pass And the break ...
Cups of Coffee (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE HAGGARD woman with a hacking cough and a deathless love whispers of white flowers . in your poem you ...
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 ...
Mammy Hums (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THIS is the song I rested with: The right shoulder of a strong man I leaned on. The face of ...
Iron (Carl Sandburg Poems)
GUNS, Long, steel guns, Pointed from the war ships In the name of the war god. Straight, shining, polished guns, ...