To A Contemporary (Carl Sandburg Poems)
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
_Messenger_--Where is he? Where? Where is he? Where? Whereis he?--The president ...
1. DREAMSI was an ice baby.I turned to sky blue.My tears became two glass beads.My mouth stiffened into a dumb ...
"Once more 'twas spring! The meadow-lark gave noteAbout his grassy nest, and builders hummed Old songs while sod on sod ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
How distant, the departure of young men Down valleys, or watching The green shore past the salt-white cordage Rising and ...
The drying puddle of soda almost invisible to the eye like the oasis in the desert the ancient watering hole ...
The ants in our kitchen walking round and round wondering what to do, what would E.O. Wilson think? Sugar ants ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine-- just a lightbulb and a potbelly, ...
A man I praise that once in Tara's Hals Said to the woman on his knees, 'Lie still. My hundredth ...
Shepherd. That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year. I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember. I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage. Then the almost ...
1. DREAMS I was an ice baby. I turned to sky blue. My tears became two glass beads. My mouth ...
In the naked bed, in Plato's cave, Reflected headlights slowly slid the wall, Carpenters hammered under the shaded window, Wind ...
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
'Twas on a Sunday morning, and in the year of 1888, The steamer "Saxmundham," laden with coal and coke for ...
"Hill of Jews," says one, named for a cemetery long gone."Hill of Jove," says another, and maybe Jove stalked here ...
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