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 ...
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in whiteThe ...
THE HORSE'S name was Remorse. There were people said, "Gee, what a nag!" And they were Edgar Allan Poe bugs ...
IN the Shenandoah Valley, one rider gray and one rider blue, and the sun on the riders wondering. Piled in ...
(Washington, August, 1918)I HAVE seen this city in the day and the sun. I have seen this city in the ...
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. ...
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
PIETRO has twenty red and blue balloons on a string. They flutter and dance pulling Pietro's arm. A nickel apiece ...
THIS Mohammedan colonel from the Caucasus yells with his voice and wigwags with his arms. The interpreter translates, "I was ...
PASSERS-BY, Out of your many faces Flash memories to me Now at the day end Away from the sidewalks Where ...
NEW-MOWN hay smell and wind of the plain made her a woman whose ribs had the power of the hills ...
YOU will come one day in a waver of love, Tender as dew, impetuous as rain, The tan of the ...
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
THERE is a wolf in me . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . a red tongue for raw meat . ...
BOX cars run by a mile long. And I wonder what they say to each other When they stop a ...
THE MOUTH of this man is a gaunt strong mouth. The head of this man is a gaunt strong head. ...
THE BALLOONS hang on wires in the Marigold Gardens. They spot their yellow and gold, they juggle their blue and ...
IT'S going to come out all right-do you know? The sun, the birds, the grass-they know. They get along-and we'll ...
THE SEA at its worst drives a white foam up, The same sea sometimes so easy and rocking with green ...
THE CHILD Margaret begins to write numbers on a Saturday morning, the first numbers formed under her wishing child fingers. ...
WRITE your wishes on the door and come in. Stand outside in the pools of the harvest moon. Bring in ...
SOMEBODY loses whenever somebody wins. This was known to the Chaldeans long ago. And more: somebody wins whenever somebody loses. ...
FELIKSOWA has gone again from our house and this time for good, I hope. She and her husband took with ...
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