To A Contemporary (Carl Sandburg Poems)
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
A father sees his son nearing manhood.What shall he tell that son?"Life is hard; be steel; be a rock."And this ...
Lincoln?He was a mystery in smoke and flagsSaying yes to the smoke, yes to the flags,Yes to the paradoxes of ...
ELSIE FLIMMERWON, you got a job now with a jazz outfit in vaudeville. The houses go wild when you finish ...
CAST a bronze of my head and legs and put them on the king's street. Set the cast of me ...
I WALKED among the streets of an old city and the streets were lean as the throats of hard seafish ...
I GIVE the undertakers permission to haul my body to the graveyard and to lay away all, the head, the ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
(March, 1919)A LIAR goes in fine clothes. A liar goes in rags. A liar is a liar, clothes or no ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
THREE tailors of Tooley Street wrote: We, the People. The names are forgotten. It is a joke in ghosts. Cutters ...
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
I AM the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass. Do you know that all the great work of the world is done ...
MY people are gray, pigeon gray, dawn gray, storm gray. I call them beautiful, and I wonder where they are ...
I SAW a famous man eating soup. I say he was lifting a fat broth Into his mouth with a ...
IN the night, when the sea-winds take the city in their arms, And cool the loud streets that kept their ...
BOX cars run by a mile long. And I wonder what they say to each other When they stop a ...
I DON'T know how he came, shambling, dark, and strong. He stood in the city and told men: My people ...
THE MOUTH of this man is a gaunt strong mouth. The head of this man is a gaunt strong head. ...
I PAINTED on the roof of a skyscraper. I painted a long while and called it a day's work. The ...
(Bergen)SEVEN days all fog, all mist, and the turbines pounding through high seas. I was a plaything, a rat's neck ...
RUM tiddy um, tiddy um, tiddy um tum tum. My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves. ...
Between two hills The old town stands. The houses loom And the roofs and trees And the dusk and the ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
SIX street ends come together here. They feed people and wagons into the center. In and out all day horses ...
AFTER you have spent all the money modistes and manicures and mannikins will take for fixing you over into a ...
ALL I can give you is broken-face gargoyles. It is too early to sing and dance at funerals, Though I ...
(Handbook for Quarreling Lovers)I THOUGHT of offering you apothegms. I might have said, "Dogs bark and the wind carries it ...
I AM making a Cartoon of a Woman. She is the People. She is the Great Dirty Mother. And Many ...
WHEN Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, he forgot the copperheads and the assassin . in the dust, in ...
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