Nigger (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I am the nigger.Singer of songs,Dancer. . .Softer than fluff of cotton. . .Harder than dark earthRoads beaten in the ...
Carl Sandburg Poems on Dancing (22 Poems)
They All Want to Play Hamlet (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THEY all want to play Hamlet. They have not exactly seen their fathers killed Nor their mothers in a frame-up ...
Working Girls (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE working girls in the morning are going to work-- long lines of them afoot amid the downtown stores and ...
Yes, the Dead Speak to Us (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YES, the Dead speak to us. This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness. Back ...
Smoke and Steel (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
Snow (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SNOW took us away from the smoke valleys into white mountains, we saw velvet blue cows eating a vermillion grass ...
Soiled Dove (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Let us be honest; the lady was not a harlot until she married a corporation lawyer who picked her from ...
Broken-face Gargoyles (Carl Sandburg Poems)
ALL I can give you is broken-face gargoyles. It is too early to sing and dance at funerals, Though I ...
Caboose Thoughts (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IT'S going to come out all right-do you know? The sun, the birds, the grass-they know. They get along-and we'll ...
Clark Street Bridge (Carl Sandburg Poems)
DUST of the feet And dust of the wheels, Wagons and people going, All day feet and wheels. Now. . ...
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 ...
Crucible (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Hot gold runs a winding stream on the inside of a green bowl. Yellow trickles in a fan figure, scatters ...
Dancer (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE LADY in red, she in the chile con carne red, Brilliant as the shine of a pepper crimson in ...
Dunes (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WHAT do we see here in the sand dunes of the white moon alone with our thoughts, Bill, Alone with ...
Fellow Citizens (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I DRANK musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with the millionaire manufacturer of Green River butter one night And ...
Glimmer (Carl Sandburg Poems)
LET down your braids of hair, lady. Cross your legs and sit before the looking-glass And gaze long on lines ...
Gone (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town. Far off Everybody loved her. So we all love a wild girl keeping ...
Grieg Being Dead (Carl Sandburg Poems)
GRIEG being dead we may speak of him and his art. Grieg being dead we can talk about whether he ...
Mask (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Fling your red scarf faster and faster, dancer. It is summer and the sun loves a million green leaves, masses ...
Paula (Carl Sandburg Poems)
NOTHING else in this song-only your face. Nothing else here-only your drinking, night-gray eyes. The pier runs into the lake ...
Fish Crier (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I KNOW a Jew fish crier down on Maxwell Street with a voice like a north wind blowing over corn ...
Baltic Fog Notes (Carl Sandburg Poems)
(Bergen)SEVEN days all fog, all mist, and the turbines pounding through high seas. I was a plaything, a rat's neck ...