Three Pieces on the Smoke of Autumn (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SMOKE of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen and travel. The red west is stopped with a gray ...
SMOKE of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen and travel. The red west is stopped with a gray ...
THE LAW says you and I belong to each other, George. The law says you are mine and I am ...
WISHES left on your lips The mark of their wings. Regrets fly kites in your eyes. (Carl Sandburg)
THE DOUBLE moon, one on the high back drop of the west, one on the curve of the river face, ...
THE SIX month child Fresh from the tub Wriggles in our hands. This is our fish child. Give her a ...
BEND low again, night of summer stars. So near you are, sky of summer stars, So near, a long arm ...
To Certain Poets About to Die TAKE your fill of intimate remorse, perfumed sorrow, Over the dead child of a ...
1THE DOWN drop of the blackbird, The wing catch of arrested flight, The stop midway and then off: off for ...
I I AM the undertow Washing tides of power Battering the pillars Under your things of high law. II I ...
THERE was a woman tore off a red velvet gown And slashed the white skin of her right shoulder And ...
LET the crows go by hawking their caw and caw. They have been swimming in midnights of coal mines somewhere. ...
I SIT in a chair and read the newspapers. Millions of men go to war, acres of them are buried, ...
A SWIRL in the air where your head was once, here. You walked under this tree, spoke to a moon ...
THE SEA is large. The sea hold on a leg of land in the Chesapeake hugs an early sunset and ...
THREE violins are trying their hearts. The piece is MacDowell's Wild Rose. And the time of the wild rose And ...
WONDER as of old things Fresh and fair come back Hangs over pasture and road. Lush in the lowland grasses ...
THEY have painted and sung the women washing their hair, and the plaits and strands in the sun, and the ...
(Chirstmas Day, 1917)THE FIVE O'CLOCK prairie sunset is a strong man going to sleep after a long day in a ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
(Washington, August, 1918)I HAVE seen this city in the day and the sun. I have seen this city in the ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
I WAS a boy when I heard three red words a thousand Frenchmen died in the streets for: Liberty, Equality, ...
I TOO have a garret of old playthings. I have tin soldiers with broken arms upstairs. I have a wagon ...
THE working girls in the morning are going to work-- long lines of them afoot amid the downtown stores and ...
THE WIND stops, the wind begins. The wind says stop, begin. A sea shovel scrapes the sand floor. The shovel ...
THE DOME of the capitol looks to the Potomac river. Out of haze over the sunset, Out of a smoke ...
THESE are the tawny days: your face comes back. The grapes take on purple: the sunsets redden early on the ...
ONE by one lights of a skyscraper fling their checkering cross work on the velvet gown of night. I believe ...
THROW roses on the sea where the dead went down. The roses speak to the sea, And the sea to ...
YOUR eyes and the valley are memories. Your eyes fire and the valley a bowl. It was here a moonrise ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories