Carl Sandburg Poems (461 Poems)
And This Will Be All…. (Carl Sandburg Poems)
And this will be all?And the gates will never open again?And the dust and the wind will play around the rusty door hinges and the songs of October moan, Why-oh, why-oh? And you will look to the mountainsAnd the mountains … Continue reading
And So To-Day (Carl Sandburg Poems)
And so to-day–they lay him away– the boy nobody knows the name of– the buck private–the unknown soldier– the doughboy who dug under and died when they told him to–that’s him. Down Pennsylvania Avenue to-day the riders go, men … Continue reading
To A Contemporary (Carl Sandburg Poems)
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What do you know about Jesus?Jesus had a way of talking soft and outside of … Continue reading
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 might stand him for the stormsand serve him for humdrum monotonyand guide him among sudden betrayalsand tighten him for slack … Continue reading
Arithmetic (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.Arithmetic tells you how many you lose or win if you know how many you had before you lost or won.Arithmetic is seven eleven all good … Continue reading
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 whose father and mother were Irish Ran a goat farm half-way down the mountain; He drove a covered wagon years … Continue reading
Elephants Are Different To Different People (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Wilson and Pilcer and Snack stood before the zoo elephant. Wilson said, “What is its name? Is it from Asia or Africa? Who feedsit? Is it a he or a she? How old is it? Do they have … Continue reading
Hope Is A Tattered Flag (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in whiteThe evening star inviolable over the coal mines,The shimmer of northern lights across a bitter winter night,The blue hills beyond the … Continue reading
Accomplished (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Every year Emily Dickinson sent one friendthe first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament Andrew Jacksonremembered a friend with the gift of GeorgeWashington’s pocket spy-glass. Napoleon too, in a last testament, mentioned a silverwatch taken … Continue reading
Nigger (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I am the nigger.Singer of songs,Dancer. . .Softer than fluff of cotton. . .Harder than dark earthRoads beaten in the sunBy the bare feet of slaves. . .Foam of teeth. . . breaking crash of laughter. . .Red love of … Continue reading