Sumach and Birds (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IF you never came with a pigeon rainbow purple Shining in the six o'clock September dusk: If the red sumach ...
Carl Sandburg Poems on Cry (19 Poems)
The Sea Hold (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE SEA is large. The sea hold on a leg of land in the Chesapeake hugs an early sunset and ...
The Sins of Kalamazoo (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
Snow (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SNOW took us away from the smoke valleys into white mountains, we saw velvet blue cows eating a vermillion grass ...
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 ...
Jazz Fantasia (Carl Sandburg Poems)
DRUM on your drums, batter on your banjoes, sob on the long cool winding saxophones. Go to it, O jazzmen. ...
Child Moon (Carl Sandburg Poems)
The child's wonder At the old moon Comes back nightly. She points her finger To the far silent yellow thing ...
Aztec Mask (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I wanted a man's face looking into the jaws and throat of life With something proud on his face, so ...
For You (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE PEACE of great doors be for you. Wait at the knobs, at the panel oblongs. Wait for the great ...
Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind (Carl Sandburg Poems)
"The past is a bucket of ashes." 1 THE WOMAN named To-morrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and ...
Calls (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BECAUSE I have called to you as the flame flamingo calls, or the want of a spotted hawk is called- ...
Crimson Changes People (Carl Sandburg Poems)
DID I see a crucifix in your eyes and nails and Roman soldiers and a dusk Golgotha? Did I see ...
Falltime (Carl Sandburg Poems)
GOLD of a ripe oat straw, gold of a southwest moon, Canada thistle blue and flimmering larkspur blue, Tomatoes shining ...
Far Rockaway Night till Morning (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WHAT can we say of the night? The fog night, the moon night, the fog moon night last night? There ...
Haze (Carl Sandburg Poems)
KEEP a red heart of memories Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky, Under the open sun and ...
Hoodlums (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I AM a hoodlum, you are a hoodlum, we and all of us are a world of hoodlums-maybe so. I ...
House (Carl Sandburg Poems)
TWO Swede families live downstairs and an Irish policeman upstairs, and an old soldier, Uncle Joe. Two Swede boys go ...
Pigeon (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE FLUTTER of blue pigeon's wings Under a river bridge Hunting a clean dry arch, A corner for a sleep- ...
Prairie (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...