Trafficker (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Among the shadows where two streets cross, A woman lurks in the dark and waits To move on when a ...
Carl Sandburg Poems (461 Poems)
Whiffletree (Carl Sandburg Poems)
GIVE me your anathema. Speak new damnations on my head. The evening mist in the hills is soft. The boulders ...
Silver Nails (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A MAN was crucified. He came to the city a stranger, was accused, and nailed to a cross. He lingered ...
Street Window (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE PAWN-SHOP man knows hunger, And how far hunger has eaten the heart Of one who comes with an old ...
The Has-Been (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A STONE face higher than six horses stood five thousand years gazing at the world seeming to clutch a secret. ...
They Buy With an Eye to Looks (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE FINE cloth of your love might be a fabric of Egypt, Something Sinbad, the sailor, took away from robbers, ...
Trinity Place (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE GRAVE of Alexander Hamilton is in Trinity yard at the end of Wall Street. The grave of Robert Fulton ...
Whirls (Carl Sandburg Poems)
NEITHER rose leaves gathered in a jar-respectably in Boston-these-nor drops of Christ blood for a chalice-decently in Philadelphia or Baltimore. ...
Silver Wind (Carl Sandburg Poems)
DO you know how the dream looms? how if summer misses one of us the two of us miss summer- ...
Streets Too Old (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WALKED among the streets of an old city and the streets were lean as the throats of hard seafish ...
The Liars (Carl Sandburg Poems)
(March, 1919)A LIAR goes in fine clothes. A liar goes in rags. A liar is a liar, clothes or no ...
They Will Say (Carl Sandburg Poems)
OF my city the worst that men will ever say is this: You took little children away from the sun ...
Troths (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YELLOW dust on a bumble bee's wing, Grey lights in a woman's asking eyes, Red ruins in the changing sunset ...
White Ash (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THERE is a woman on Michigan Boulevard keeps a parrot and goldfish and two white mice. She used to keep ...
Singing Nigger (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOUR bony head, Jazbo, O dock walloper, Those grappling hooks, those wheelbarrow handlers, The dome and the wings of you, ...
Stripes (Carl Sandburg Poems)
POLICEMAN in front of a bank 3 A.M. . lonely. Policeman State and Madison . high noon . mobs . ...
The Mayor of Gary (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I ASKED the Mayor of Gary about the 12-hour day and the 7-day week. And the Mayor of Gary answered ...
Thin Strips (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN a jeweler's shop I saw a man beating out thin sheets of gold. I heard a woman laugh many ...
Two (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Memory of you is . . . a blue spear of flower. I cannot remember the name of it. Alongside ...
White Shoulders (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOUR white shoulders I remember And your shrug of laughter. Low laughter Shaken slow From your white shoulders. Where the ...
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 ...
Two Items (Carl Sandburg Poems)
STRONG rocks hold up the riksdag bridge . always strong river waters shoving their shoulders against them . In the ...
Window (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Night from a railroad car window Is a great, dark, soft thing Broken across with slashes of light. (Carl Sandburg)
Remorse (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE HORSE'S name was Remorse. There were people said, "Gee, what a nag!" And they were Edgar Allan Poe bugs ...
Slants at Buffalo, New York (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A FOREFINGER of stone, dreamed by a sculptor, points to the sky. It says: This way! this way! Four lions ...
Subway (Carl Sandburg Poems)
DOWN between the walls of shadow Where the iron laws insist, The hunger voices mock. The worn wayfaring men With ...
The Plowboy (Carl Sandburg Poems)
AFTER the last red sunset glimmer, Black on the line of a low hill rise, Formed into moving shadows, I ...