Savoir Faire (Carl Sandburg Poems)
CAST a bronze of my head and legs and put them on the king's street. Set the cast of me ...
CAST a bronze of my head and legs and put them on the king's street. Set the cast of me ...
YOUR bony head, Jazbo, O dock walloper, Those grappling hooks, those wheelbarrow handlers, The dome and the wings of you, ...
BEND low again, night of summer stars. So near you are, sky of summer stars, So near, a long arm ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
THERE was a wild pigeon came often to Hinkley's timber. Gray wings that wrote their loops and triangles on the ...
1THERE was a late autumn cricket, And two smoldering mountain sunsets Under the valley roads of her eyes. There was ...
[They picked him up in the grass where he had lain two days in the rain with a piece of ...
For the gladness here where the sun is shining at evening on the weeds at the river, Our prayer of ...
EMPTY battlefields keep their phantoms. Grass crawls over old gun wheels And a nodding Canada thistle flings a purple Into ...
Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and ...
I HAVE ransacked the encyclopedias And slid my fingers among topics and titles Looking for you. And the answer comes ...
LONG ago I learned how to sleep, In an old apple orchard where the wind swept by counting its money ...
On the breakwater in the summer dark, a man and a girl are sitting, She across his knee and they ...
THE MARE Alix breaks the world's trotting record one day. I see her heels flash down the dust of an ...
NEW-MOWN hay smell and wind of the plain made her a woman whose ribs had the power of the hills ...
BABY vamps, is it harder work than it used to be? Are the new soda parlors worse than the old ...
RUM tiddy um, tiddy um, tiddy um tum tum. My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves. ...
Shine on, O moon of summer. Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak, All silver under your rain ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
ALL I can give you is broken-face gargoyles. It is too early to sing and dance at funerals, Though I ...
HAVE I told any man to be a liar for my sake? Have I sold ice to the poor in ...
THE KNEES of this proud woman are bone. The elbows of this proud woman are bone. The summer-white stars and ...
ONCE when I saw a cripple Gasping slowly his last days with the white plague, Looking from hollow eyes, calling ...
THE LADY in red, she in the chile con carne red, Brilliant as the shine of a pepper crimson in ...
BLOSSOMS of babies Blinking their stories Come soft On the dusk and the babble; Little red gamblers, Handfuls that slept ...
KEEP a red heart of memories Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky, Under the open sun and ...
FIRST I would like to write for you a poem to be shouted in the teeth of a strong wind. ...
Paula is digging and shaping the loam of a salvia, Scarlet Chinese talker of summer. Two petals of crabapple blossom ...
Fling your red scarf faster and faster, dancer. It is summer and the sun loves a million green leaves, masses ...
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