Young Bullfrogs (Carl Sandburg Poems)
JIMMY WIMBLETON listened a first week in June. Ditches along prairie roads of Northern Illinois Filled the arch of night ...
Carl Sandburg Poems (461 Poems)
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 ...
Soiled Dove (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Let us be honest; the lady was not a harlot until she married a corporation lawyer who picked her from ...
Testament (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I GIVE the undertakers permission to haul my body to the graveyard and to lay away all, the head, the ...
The Wind Sings Welcome in Early Spring (Carl Sandburg Poems)
(For Paula)THE GRIP of the ice is gone now. The silvers chase purple. The purples tag silver. They let out ...
Timber Wings (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THERE was a wild pigeon came often to Hinkley's timber. Gray wings that wrote their loops and triangles on the ...
Village in Late Summer (Carl Sandburg Poems)
LIPS half-willing in a doorway. Lips half-singing at a window. Eyes half-dreaming in the walls. Feet half-dancing in a kitchen. ...
Young Sea (Carl Sandburg Poems)
The sea is never still. It pounds on the shore Restless as a young heart, Hunting. The sea speaks And ...
Sea-Wash (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE SEA-WASH never ends. The sea-wash repeats, repeats. Only old songs? Is that all the sea knows? Only the old ...
Southern Pacific (Carl Sandburg Poems)
HUNTINGTON sleeps in a house six feet long. Huntington dreams of railroads he built and owned. Huntington dreams of ten ...
The Answer (Carl Sandburg Poems)
You have spoken the answer. A child searches far sometimes Into the red dust On a dark rose leaf And ...
The Year (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IA STORM of white petals, Buds throwing open baby fists Into hands of broad flowers. IIRed roses running upward, Clambering ...
To a Contemporary Bunkshooter (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
Wars (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN the old wars drum of hoofs and the beat of shod feet. In the new wars hum of motors ...
Sheep (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Thousands of sheep, soft-footed, black-nosed sheep-- one by one going up the hill and over the fence--one by one four-footed ...
Spanish (Carl Sandburg Poems)
FASTEN black eyes on me. I ask nothing of you under the peach trees, Fasten your black eyes in my ...
The Four Brothers (Carl Sandburg Poems)
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
Theme In Yellow (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I spot the hills With yellow balls in autumn. I light the prairie cornfields Orange and tawny gold clusters And ...
To Beachey, 1912 (Carl Sandburg Poems)
RIDING against the east, A veering, steady shadow Purrs the motor-call Of the man-bird Ready with the death-laughter In his ...
Washerwoman (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE WASHERWOMAN is a member of the Salvation Army. And over the tub of suds rubbing underwear clean She sings ...
Shenandoah (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN the Shenandoah Valley, one rider gray and one rider blue, and the sun on the riders wondering. Piled in ...
Stars, Songs, Faces (Carl Sandburg Poems)
GATHER the stars if you wish it so. Gather the songs and keep them. Gather the faces of women. Gather ...
The Great Hunt (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a ...
They All Want to Play Hamlet (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THEY all want to play Hamlet. They have not exactly seen their fathers killed Nor their mothers in a frame-up ...
To Certain Journeymen (Carl Sandburg Poems)
UNDERTAKERS, hearse drivers, grave diggers, I speak to you as one not afraid of your business. You handle dust going ...
Weeds (Carl Sandburg Poems)
FROM the time of the early radishes To the time of the standing corn Sleepy Henry Hackerman hoes. There are ...
Shirt (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I remember once I ran after you and tagged the fluttering shirt of you in the wind. Once many days ...
Statistics (Carl Sandburg Poems)
NAPOLEON shifted, Restless in the old sarcophagus And murmured to a watchguard: "Who goes there?" "Twenty-one million men, Soldiers, armies, ...
The Hangman at Home (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WHAT does the hangman think about When he goes home at night from work? When he sits down with his ...
They Ask Each Other Where They Came From (Carl Sandburg Poems)
AM I the river your white birds fly over? Are you the green valley my silver channels roam? The two ...