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 ...
Carl Sandburg Poems (461 Poems)
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 ...
To A Contemporary (Carl Sandburg Poems)
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
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 ...
Arithmetic (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.Arithmetic tells you how many you lose ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Accomplished (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Every year Emily Dickinson sent one friendthe first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament Andrew ...
Nigger (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I am the nigger.Singer of songs,Dancer. . .Softer than fluff of cotton. . .Harder than dark earthRoads beaten in the ...
A Million Young Work Men (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A million young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the grass and roads,And the million are now under soil ...
The People, Yes (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Lincoln?He was a mystery in smoke and flagsSaying yes to the smoke, yes to the flags,Yes to the paradoxes of ...
Improved Farm Land (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Tall timber stood here once, here on a corn belt farm along the Monon. Here the roots of a half-mile ...
Jerry (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Six years I worked in a knitting mill at a machineAnd then I married Jerry, the iceman, for a change.He ...
Love Beyond Keeping (Carl Sandburg Poems)
She had a boxwith a million red bandanas for him.She gave them to himone by one or by thousands,saying then ...
Windflower Leaf (Carl Sandburg Poems)
This flower is repeated out of old winds, out of old times. The wind repeats these, it must have these, ...
Good Night (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Many ways to say good night.Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of July spell it with red wheels and ...
Ashurnatsirp (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Three walls around the town of Tela when I came.They expected everything of those walls;Nobody in the town came out ...
A E F (Carl Sandburg Poems)
There will be a rusty gun on the wall, sweetheart, The rifle grooves curling with flakes of rust. A spider ...
Offering And Rebuff (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I could love youas dry roots love rain.I could hold youas branches in the windbrandish petals.Forgive me for speaking so ...
Sea Slant (Carl Sandburg Poems)
On up the sea slant, On up the horizon, The ship limps.The bone of her nose fog-gray, The heart of ...
Hell On The Wabash (Carl Sandburg Poems)
When country fiddlers held a convention in Danville, the big money went to a barn dance artist who played Turkey ...
Upstream (Carl Sandburg Poems)
The strong men keep coming on. They go down shot, hanged, sick, broken. They live on, fighting, singing, lucky as ...
Maybe (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Maybe he believes me, maybe not. Maybe I can marry him, maybe not. Maybe the wind on the prairie, The ...
Dust (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Here is dust remembers it was a rose one time and lay in a woman's hair. Here is dust remembers ...
Primer Lesson (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Look out how you use proud words. When you let proud words go, it is not easy to call them ...
Sixteen Months (Carl Sandburg Poems)
ON the lips of the child Janet float changing dreams. It is a thin spiral of blue smoke, A morning ...
Style (Carl Sandburg Poems)
STYLE--go ahead talking about style. You can tell where a man gets his style just as you can tell where ...
The Noon Hour (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SHE sits in the dust at the walls And makes cigars, Bending at the bench With fingers wage-anxious, Changing her ...
Three Balls (Carl Sandburg Poems)
JABOWSKY'S place is on a side street and only the rain washes the dusty three balls. When I passed the ...