To A Contemporary (Carl Sandburg Poems)
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
Carl Sandburg Poems on Running (19 Poems)
Two Items (Carl Sandburg Poems)
STRONG rocks hold up the riksdag bridge . always strong river waters shoving their shoulders against them . In the ...
Yes, the Dead Speak to Us (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YES, the Dead speak to us. This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness. Back ...
Smoke and Steel (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
Tawny (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THESE are the tawny days: your face comes back. The grapes take on purple: the sunsets redden early on the ...
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 ...
To a Contemporary Bunkshooter (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
Long Guns (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THEN came, Oscar, the time of the guns. And there was no land for a man, no land for a ...
Picnic Boat (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SUNDAY night and the park policemen tell each other it is dark as a stack of black cats on Lake ...
Sandhill People (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I TOOK away three pictures. One was a white gull forming a half-mile arch from the pines toward Waukegan. One ...
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 ...
Calls (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BECAUSE I have called to you as the flame flamingo calls, or the want of a spotted hawk is called- ...
Child (Carl Sandburg Poems)
The young child, Christ, is straight and wise And asks questions of the old men, questions Found under running water ...
Galoots (Carl Sandburg Poems)
GALOOTS, you hairy, hankering, Snousle on the bones you eat, chew at the gristle and lick the last of it. ...
Girl in a Cage (Carl Sandburg Poems)
HERE in a cage the dollars come down. To the click of a tube the dollars tumble. And out of ...
Killers (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I AM singing to you Soft as a man with a dead child speaks; Hard as a man in handcuffs, ...
Near Keokuk (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THIRTY-TWO Greeks are dipping their feet in a creek. Sloshing their bare feet in a cool flow of clear water. ...
Prairie (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
Prairie Waters by Night (Carl Sandburg Poems)
CHATTER of birds two by two raises a night song joining a litany of running water-sheer waters showing the russet ...