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 ...
(March, 1919)A LIAR goes in fine clothes. A liar goes in rags. A liar is a liar, clothes or no ...
OF my city the worst that men will ever say is this: You took little children away from the sun ...
YELLOW dust on a bumble bee's wing, Grey lights in a woman's asking eyes, Red ruins in the changing sunset ...
THERE is a woman on Michigan Boulevard keeps a parrot and goldfish and two white mice. She used to keep ...
YOUR bony head, Jazbo, O dock walloper, Those grappling hooks, those wheelbarrow handlers, The dome and the wings of you, ...
POLICEMAN in front of a bank 3 A.M. . lonely. Policeman State and Madison . high noon . mobs . ...
I ASKED the Mayor of Gary about the 12-hour day and the 7-day week. And the Mayor of Gary answered ...
IN a jeweler's shop I saw a man beating out thin sheets of gold. I heard a woman laugh many ...
Memory of you is . . . a blue spear of flower. I cannot remember the name of it. Alongside ...
YOUR white shoulders I remember And your shrug of laughter. Low laughter Shaken slow From your white shoulders. Where the ...
ONE man killed another. The saying between them had been "I'd give you the shirt off my back." The killer ...
GUNS, Long, steel guns, Pointed from the war ships In the name of the war god. Straight, shining, polished guns, ...
A MAN saw the whole world as a grinning skull and cross-bones. The rose flesh of life shriveled from all ...
COME you, cartoonists, Hang on a strap with me here At seven o'clock in the morning On a Halsted street ...
LAY me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar. Let me pry loose old ...
THERE is a wolf in me . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . a red tongue for raw meat . ...
AND this will be all? And the gates will never open again? And the dust and the wind will play ...
BILBEA, I was in Babylon on Saturday night. I saw nothing of you anywhere. I was at the old place ...
BECAUSE I have called to you as the flame flamingo calls, or the want of a spotted hawk is called- ...
WRITE your wishes on the door and come in. Stand outside in the pools of the harvest moon. Bring in ...
DAYS of the dead men, Danny. Drum for the dead, drum on your remembering heart. Jaurès, a great love-heart of ...
FLAT lands on the end of town where real estate men are crying new subdivisions, The sunsets pour blood and ...
GRIEG being dead we may speak of him and his art. Grieg being dead we can talk about whether he ...
TWO Swede families live downstairs and an Irish policeman upstairs, and an old soldier, Uncle Joe. Two Swede boys go ...
SEVEN nations stood with their hands on the jaws of death. It was the first week in August, Nineteen Hundred ...
EMILY DICKINSON: You gave us the bumble bee who has a soul, The everlasting traveler among the hollyhocks, And how ...
AMONG the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and red crag and was amazed; On the beach where the ...
The rear axles hold the kick of twenty Missouri jackasses. It is in the records of the patent office and ...
Take a hold now On the silver handles here, Six silver handles, One for each of his old pals. Take ...
OUT of the fire Came a man sunken To less than cinders, A tea-cup of ashes or so. And I, ...
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