Smoke (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I SIT in a chair and read the newspapers. Millions of men go to war, acres of them are buried, ...
I SIT in a chair and read the newspapers. Millions of men go to war, acres of them are buried, ...
SNOW took us away from the smoke valleys into white mountains, we saw velvet blue cows eating a vermillion grass ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
IN the newspaper office-who are the spooks? Who wears the mythic coat invisible? Who pussyfoots from desk to desk with ...
I. CHICKENS I am The Great White Way of the city: When you ask what is my desire, I answer: ...
IN a Yiddish eating place on Rivington Street . faces . coffee spots . children kicking at the night stars ...
COOL your heels on the rail of an observation car. Let the engineer open her up for ninety miles an ...
JESUS emptied the devils of one man into forty hogs and the hogs took the edge of a high rock ...
FELIKSOWA has gone again from our house and this time for good, I hope. She and her husband took with ...
FLANDERS, the name of a place, a country of people, Spells itself with letters, is written in books. "Where is ...
RED gold of pools, Sunset furrows six o'clock, And the farmer done in the fields And the cows in the ...
KEEP a red heart of memories Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky, Under the open sun and ...
CLOWNS DYINGFIVE circus clowns dying this year, morning newspapers told their lives, how each one horizontal in a last gesture ...
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