California City Landscape (Carl Sandburg Poems)
On a mountain-side the real estate agents Put up signs marking the city lots to be sold there. A man ...
Carl Sandburg Poems on Morning (33 Poems)
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 ...
Sandpipers (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Sandland where the salt water kills the sweet potatoes. Homes for sandpipers-the script of their feet is on the sea ...
Sixteen Months (Carl Sandburg Poems)
ON the lips of the child Janet float changing dreams. It is a thin spiral of blue smoke, A morning ...
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 ...
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 ...
Branches (Carl Sandburg Poems)
The long beautiful night of the wind and rain in April, The long night hanging down from the drooping branches ...
Margaret (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Many birds and the beating of wings Make a flinging reckless hum In the early morning at the rocks Above ...
Brass Keys (Carl Sandburg Poems)
JOY . weaving two violet petals for a coat lapel . painting on a slab of night sky a Christ ...
Old Osawatomie (Carl Sandburg Poems)
JOHN BROWN'S body under the morning stars. Six feet of dust under the morning stars. And a panorama of war ...
Broken-face Gargoyles (Carl Sandburg Poems)
ALL I can give you is broken-face gargoyles. It is too early to sing and dance at funerals, Though I ...
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. ...
Caboose Thoughts (Carl Sandburg Poems)
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 ...
Potomac River Mist (Carl Sandburg Poems)
ALL the policemen, saloonkeepers and efficiency experts in Toledo knew Bern Dailey; secretary ten years when Whitlock was mayor. Pickpockets, ...
Child Margaret (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE CHILD Margaret begins to write numbers on a Saturday morning, the first numbers formed under her wishing child fingers. ...
Prairie (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
Chords (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN the morning, a Sunday morning, shadows of sea and adumbrants of rock in her eyes . horseback in leather ...
Crabapple Blossoms (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SOMEBODY'S little girl-how easy to make a sob story over who she was once and who she is now. Somebody's ...
Dusty Doors (Carl Sandburg Poems)
CHILD of the Aztec gods, how long must we listen here, how long before we go? The dust is deep ...
Far Rockaway Night till Morning (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WHAT can we say of the night? The fog night, the moon night, the fog moon night last night? There ...
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 ...
The Road and the End (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I SHALL foot it Down the roadway in the dusk, Where shapes of hunger wander And the fugitives of pain ...
Grieg Being Dead (Carl Sandburg Poems)
GRIEG being dead we may speak of him and his art. Grieg being dead we can talk about whether he ...
Halsted Street Car (Carl Sandburg Poems)
COME you, cartoonists, Hang on a strap with me here At seven o'clock in the morning On a Halsted street ...
Hemlock and Cedar (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THIN sheets of blue smoke among white slabs . near the shingle mill . winter morning. Falling of a dry ...
Kreisler (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SELL me a violin, mister, of old mysterious wood. Sell me a fiddle that has kissed dark nights on the ...
Ice Handler (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I KNOW an ice handler who wears a flannel shirt with pearl buttons the size of a dollar, And he ...
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 ...
Legends (Carl Sandburg Poems)
CLOWNS DYINGFIVE circus clowns dying this year, morning newspapers told their lives, how each one horizontal in a last gesture ...
To a Dead Man (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Over the dead line we have called to you To come across with a word to us, Some beaten whisper ...