California City Landscape (Carl Sandburg Poems)
On a mountain-side the real estate agents Put up signs marking the city lots to be sold there. A man ...
On a mountain-side the real estate agents Put up signs marking the city lots to be sold there. A man ...
Every year Emily Dickinson sent one friendthe first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament Andrew ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
I WALKED among the streets of an old city and the streets were lean as the throats of hard seafish ...
I ASKED the Mayor of Gary about the 12-hour day and the 7-day week. And the Mayor of Gary answered ...
I LOVE your faces I saw the many years I drank your milk and filled my mouth With your home ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
YES, the Dead speak to us. This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness. Back ...
I remember once I ran after you and tagged the fluttering shirt of you in the wind. Once many days ...
A MAN was crucified. He came to the city a stranger, was accused, and nailed to a cross. He lingered ...
I SIT in a chair and read the newspapers. Millions of men go to war, acres of them are buried, ...
MANY things I might have said today. And I kept my mouth shut. So many times I was asked To ...
BAND concert public square Nebraska city. Flowing and circling dresses, summer-white dresses. Faces, flesh tints flung like sprays of cherry ...
BILBEA, I was in Babylon on Saturday night. I saw nothing of you anywhere. I was at the old place ...
I THE bronze General Grant riding a bronze horse in Lincoln Park Shrivels in the sun by day when the ...
STORMS have beaten on this point of land And ships gone to wreck here and the passers-by remember it with ...
GOLD of a ripe oat straw, gold of a southwest moon, Canada thistle blue and flimmering larkspur blue, Tomatoes shining ...
Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, ...
IN Abraham Lincoln's city, Where they remember his lawyer's shingle, The place where they brought him Wrapped in battle flags, ...
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
IN the night, when the sea-winds take the city in their arms, And cool the loud streets that kept their ...
PASSING through huddled and ugly walls By doorways where women Looked from their hunger-deep eyes, Haunted with shadows of hunger-hands, ...
I DON'T know how he came, shambling, dark, and strong. He stood in the city and told men: My people ...
THE POLICEMAN buys shoes slow and careful; the teamster buys gloves slow and careful; they take care of their feet ...
PASSERS-BY, Out of your many faces Flash memories to me Now at the day end Away from the sidewalks Where ...
EVERY year Emily Dickinson sent one friend the first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament ...
I. CHICKENS I am The Great White Way of the city: When you ask what is my desire, I answer: ...
"The past is a bucket of ashes." 1 THE WOMAN named To-morrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and ...
ALL the policemen, saloonkeepers and efficiency experts in Toledo knew Bern Dailey; secretary ten years when Whitlock was mayor. Pickpockets, ...
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
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