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 Fire (22 Poems)
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, ...
Rusty Crimson (Carl Sandburg Poems)
(Chirstmas Day, 1917)THE FIVE O'CLOCK prairie sunset is a strong man going to sleep after a long day in a ...
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 ...
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 ...
Potato Blossom Songs and Jigs (Carl Sandburg Poems)
RUM tiddy um, tiddy um, tiddy um tum tum. My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves. ...
Prairie (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
Fire Pages (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WILL read ashes for you, if you ask me. I will look in the fire and tell you from ...
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 ...
Always the Mob (Carl Sandburg Poems)
JESUS emptied the devils of one man into forty hogs and the hogs took the edge of a high rock ...
Anna Imroth (Carl Sandburg Poems)
CROSS the hands over the breast here--so. Straighten the legs a little more--so. And call for the wagon to come ...
Corn Hut Talk (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WRITE your wishes on the door and come in. Stand outside in the pools of the harvest moon. Bring in ...
Crimson (Carl Sandburg Poems)
CRIMSON is the slow smolder of the cigar end I hold, Gray is the ash that stiffens and covers all ...
Fire Dreams (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I REMEMBER here by the fire, In the flickering reds and saffrons, They came in a ramshackle tub, Pilgrims in ...
Fire-Logs (Carl Sandburg Poems)
NANCY HANKS dreams by the fire; Dreams, and the logs sputter, And the yellow tongues climb. Red lines lick their ...
Jabberers (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I RISE out of my depths with my language. You rise out of your depths with your language. Two tongues ...
John Ericsson Day Memorial, 1918 (Carl Sandburg Poems)
INTO the gulf and the pit of the dark night, the cold night, there is a man goes into the ...
Jug (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE SHALE and water thrown together so-so first of all, Then a potter's hand on the wheel and his fingers ...
Losers (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IF I should pass the tomb of Jonah I would stop there and sit for awhile; Because I was swallowed ...
Medallion (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE BRASS medallion profile of your face I keep always. It is not jingling with loose change in my pockets. ...
Pencils (Carl Sandburg Poems)
PENCILS telling where the wind comes from open a story. Pencils telling where the wind goes end a story. These ...
Pool (Carl Sandburg Poems)
OUT of the fire Came a man sunken To less than cinders, A tea-cup of ashes or so. And I, ...