To A Contemporary (Carl Sandburg Poems)
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
Carl Sandburg Poems on Life (32 Poems)
A Father To His Son (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A father sees his son nearing manhood.What shall he tell that son?"Life is hard; be steel; be a rock."And this ...
Jerry (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Six years I worked in a knitting mill at a machineAnd then I married Jerry, the iceman, for a change.He ...
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 ...
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 Liars (Carl Sandburg Poems)
(March, 1919)A LIAR goes in fine clothes. A liar goes in rags. A liar is a liar, clothes or no ...
The Year (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IA STORM of white petals, Buds throwing open baby fists Into hands of broad flowers. IIRed roses running upward, Clambering ...
To a Contemporary Bunkshooter (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
Weeds (Carl Sandburg Poems)
FROM the time of the early radishes To the time of the standing corn Sleepy Henry Hackerman hoes. There are ...
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 ...
Who am I? (Carl Sandburg Poems)
My head knocks against the stars. My feet are on the hilltops. My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores ...
Old Woman (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE owl-car clatters along, dogged by the echo From building and battered paving-stone. The headlight scoffs at the mist, And ...
A Fence (Carl Sandburg Poems)
NOW the stone house on the lake front is finished and the workmen are beginning the fence. The palings are ...
Population Drifts (Carl Sandburg Poems)
NEW-MOWN hay smell and wind of the plain made her a woman whose ribs had the power of the hills ...
Aztec Mask (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I wanted a man's face looking into the jaws and throat of life With something proud on his face, so ...
Bath (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A MAN saw the whole world as a grinning skull and cross-bones. The rose flesh of life shriveled from all ...
Onion Days (Carl Sandburg Poems)
MRS. GABRIELLE GIOVANNITTI comes along Peoria Street every morning at nine o'clock With kindling wood piled on top of her ...
Salvage (Carl Sandburg Poems)
GUNS on the battle lines have pounded now a year between Brussels and Paris. And, William Morris, when I read ...
Boy and Father (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE BOY Alexander understands his father to be a famous lawyer. The leather law books of Alexander's father fill a ...
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 ...
Clean Hands (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IT is something to face the sun and know you are free. To hold your head in the shafts of ...
Dynamiter (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I SAT with a dynamiter at supper in a German saloon eating steak and onions. And he laughed and told ...
Glimmer (Carl Sandburg Poems)
LET down your braids of hair, lady. Cross your legs and sit before the looking-glass And gaze long on lines ...
In a Breath (Carl Sandburg Poems)
To the Williamson Brothers HIGH noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of ...
Jaws (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SEVEN nations stood with their hands on the jaws of death. It was the first week in August, Nineteen Hundred ...
Happiness (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I ASKED the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness. And I went to ...
Laughing Corn (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THERE was a high majestic fooling Day before yesterday in the yellow corn. And day after to-morrow in the yellow ...
Skyscraper (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
Loam (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN the loam we sleep, In the cool moist loam, To the lull of years that pass And the break ...