A Father To His Son (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A father sees his son nearing manhood.What shall he tell that son?"Life is hard; be steel; be a rock."And this ...
A father sees his son nearing manhood.What shall he tell that son?"Life is hard; be steel; be a rock."And this ...
Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in whiteThe ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
A STONE face higher than six horses stood five thousand years gazing at the world seeming to clutch a secret. ...
(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. ...
STRONG rocks hold up the riksdag bridge . always strong river waters shoving their shoulders against them . In the ...
Thousands of sheep, soft-footed, black-nosed sheep-- one by one going up the hill and over the fence--one by one four-footed ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
NAPOLEON shifted, Restless in the old sarcophagus And murmured to a watchguard: "Who goes there?" "Twenty-one million men, Soldiers, armies, ...
I SAT with a dynamiter at supper in a German saloon eating steak and onions. And he laughed and told ...
I AM a hoodlum, you are a hoodlum, we and all of us are a world of hoodlums-maybe so. I ...
TEN minutes now I have been looking at this. I have gone by here before and wondered about it. This ...
SEVEN nations stood with their hands on the jaws of death. It was the first week in August, Nineteen Hundred ...
Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, ...
I AM singing to you Soft as a man with a dead child speaks; Hard as a man in handcuffs, ...
I AM the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass. Do you know that all the great work of the world is done ...
I wrote a poem on the mist And a woman asked me what I meant by it. I had thought ...
YOU will come one day in a waver of love, Tender as dew, impetuous as rain, The tan of the ...
IF I should pass the tomb of Jonah I would stop there and sit for awhile; Because I was swallowed ...
ON the street Slung on his shoulder is a handle half way across, Tied in a big knot on the ...
Fling your red scarf faster and faster, dancer. It is summer and the sun loves a million green leaves, masses ...
TODAY I will let the old boat stand Where the sweep of the harbor tide comes in To the pulse ...
[They picked him up in the grass where he had lain two days in the rain with a piece of ...
A MAN saw the whole world as a grinning skull and cross-bones. The rose flesh of life shriveled from all ...
RED barns and red heifers spot the green grass circles around Omaha-the farmers haul tanks of cream and wagon loads ...
A LONE gray bird, Dim-dipping, far-flying, Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults Of night and the sea And ...
LITTLE one, you have been buzzing in the books, Flittering in the newspapers and drinking beer with lawyers And amid ...
THEN came, Oscar, the time of the guns. And there was no land for a man, no land for a ...
Musings of a Police Reporter in the Identification Bureau YOU have loved forty women, but you have only one thumb. ...
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