To A Contemporary (Carl Sandburg Poems)
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
Carl Sandburg Poems on Memory (21 Poems)
Threes (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WAS a boy when I heard three red words a thousand Frenchmen died in the streets for: Liberty, Equality, ...
Timber Wings (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THERE was a wild pigeon came often to Hinkley's timber. Gray wings that wrote their loops and triangles on the ...
To a Contemporary Bunkshooter (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
Troths (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YELLOW dust on a bumble bee's wing, Grey lights in a woman's asking eyes, Red ruins in the changing sunset ...
Two (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Memory of you is . . . a blue spear of flower. I cannot remember the name of it. Alongside ...
Valley Song (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOUR eyes and the valley are memories. Your eyes fire and the valley a bowl. It was here a moonrise ...
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 ...
Remembered Women (Carl Sandburg Poems)
FOR a woman's face remembered as a spot of quick light on the flat land of dark night, For this ...
Skyscraper (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
Salvage (Carl Sandburg Poems)
GUNS on the battle lines have pounded now a year between Brussels and Paris. And, William Morris, when I read ...
Under the Harvest Moon (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and ...
An Electric Sign Goes Dark (Carl Sandburg Poems)
POLAND, France, Judea ran in her veins, Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at the ...
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 ...
Early Moon (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE BABY moon, a canoe, a silver papoose canoe, sails and sails in the Indian west. A ring of silver ...
Graceland (Carl Sandburg Poems)
TOMB of a millionaire, A multi-millionaire, ladies and gentlemen, Place of the dead where they spend every year The usury ...
Haze (Carl Sandburg Poems)
KEEP a red heart of memories Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky, Under the open sun and ...
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 ...
Knucks (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN Abraham Lincoln's city, Where they remember his lawyer's shingle, The place where they brought him Wrapped in battle flags, ...
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 ...