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 ...
And so to-day--they lay him away-- the boy nobody knows the name of-- the buck private--the unknown soldier-- the doughboy ...
Wilson and Pilcer and Snack stood before the zoo elephant. Wilson said, "What is its name? Is it from ...
A million young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the grass and roads,And the million are now under soil ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
I WALKED among the streets of an old city and the streets were lean as the throats of hard seafish ...
I SAW a telegram handed a two hundred pound man at a desk. And the little scrap of paper charged ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
I WAS a boy when I heard three red words a thousand Frenchmen died in the streets for: Liberty, Equality, ...
My head knocks against the stars. My feet are on the hilltops. My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores ...
I DRANK musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with the millionaire manufacturer of Green River butter one night And ...
TWO fishes swimming in the sea, Two birds flying in the air, Two chisels on an anvil-maybe. Beaten, hammered, laughing ...
I REMEMBER here by the fire, In the flickering reds and saffrons, They came in a ramshackle tub, Pilgrims in ...
THEN came, Oscar, the time of the guns. And there was no land for a man, no land for a ...
BY day . tireless smokestacks . hungry smoky shanties hanging to the slopes . crooning: We get by, that's all. ...
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
I AM a hoodlum, you are a hoodlum, we and all of us are a world of hoodlums-maybe so. I ...
LAY me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar. Let me pry loose old ...
IF I should pass the tomb of Jonah I would stop there and sit for awhile; Because I was swallowed ...
A MILLION young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the grass and roads, And the million are now under ...
I HAVE love And a child, A banjo And shadows. (Losses of God, All will go And one day We ...
Sobs En Route to a Penitentiary GOOD-BY now to the streets and the clash of wheels and locking hubs, The ...
THEY put up big wooden gods. Then they burned the big wooden gods And put up brass gods and Changing ...
AMONG the bumble-bees in red-top hay, a freckled field of brown-eyed Susans dripping yellow leaves in July, I read your ...
Momus is the name men give your face, The brag of its tone, like a long low steamboat whistle Finding ...
CROSS the hands over the breast here--so. Straighten the legs a little more--so. And call for the wagon to come ...
I DON'T know how he came, shambling, dark, and strong. He stood in the city and told men: My people ...
THE BALLOONS hang on wires in the Marigold Gardens. They spot their yellow and gold, they juggle their blue and ...
BAND concert public square Nebraska city. Flowing and circling dresses, summer-white dresses. Faces, flesh tints flung like sprays of cherry ...
THE BOY Alexander understands his father to be a famous lawyer. The leather law books of Alexander's father fill a ...
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