And So To-Day (Carl Sandburg Poems)
And so to-day--they lay him away-- the boy nobody knows the name of-- the buck private--the unknown soldier-- the doughboy ...
Carl Sandburg Poems on Faces (59 Poems)
To A Contemporary (Carl Sandburg Poems)
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
Elephants Are Different To Different People (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Wilson and Pilcer and Snack stood before the zoo elephant. Wilson said, "What is its name? Is it from ...
Young Sea (Carl Sandburg Poems)
The sea is never still. It pounds on the shore Restless as a young heart, Hunting. The sea speaks And ...
River Moons (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE DOUBLE moon, one on the high back drop of the west, one on the curve of the river face, ...
Sleepyheads (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SLEEP is a maker of makers. Birds sleep. Feet cling to a perch. Look at the balance. Let the legs ...
Stars, Songs, Faces (Carl Sandburg Poems)
GATHER the stars if you wish it so. Gather the songs and keep them. Gather the faces of women. Gather ...
Style (Carl Sandburg Poems)
STYLE--go ahead talking about style. You can tell where a man gets his style just as you can tell where ...
The Four Brothers (Carl Sandburg Poems)
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
The Great Hunt (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a ...
The Has-Been (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A STONE face higher than six horses stood five thousand years gazing at the world seeming to clutch a secret. ...
To a Contemporary Bunkshooter (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
Trafficker (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Among the shadows where two streets cross, A woman lurks in the dark and waits To move on when a ...
Trinity Place (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE GRAVE of Alexander Hamilton is in Trinity yard at the end of Wall Street. The grave of Robert Fulton ...
Two Neighbors (Carl Sandburg Poems)
FACES of two eternities keep looking at me. One is Omar Khayam and the red stuff wherein men forget yesterday ...
Woman with a Past (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THERE was a woman tore off a red velvet gown And slashed the white skin of her right shoulder And ...
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 ...
Bath (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A MAN saw the whole world as a grinning skull and cross-bones. The rose flesh of life shriveled from all ...
Clocks (Carl Sandburg Poems)
HERE is a face that says half-past seven the same way whether a murder or a wedding goes on, whether ...
Omaha (Carl Sandburg Poems)
RED barns and red heifers spot the green grass circles around Omaha-the farmers haul tanks of cream and wagon loads ...
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 ...
Corn Hut Talk (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WRITE your wishes on the door and come in. Stand outside in the pools of the harvest moon. Bring in ...
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 ...
Halsted Street Car (Carl Sandburg Poems)
COME you, cartoonists, Hang on a strap with me here At seven o'clock in the morning On a Halsted street ...
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 ...
Prairie (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
His Own Face Hidden (Carl Sandburg Poems)
HOKUSAI'S portrait of himself Tells what his hat was like And his arms and legs. The only faces Are a ...
Crucible (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Hot gold runs a winding stream on the inside of a green bowl. Yellow trickles in a fan figure, scatters ...
Home Fires (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN a Yiddish eating place on Rivington Street . faces . coffee spots . children kicking at the night stars ...
Cumulatives (Carl Sandburg Poems)
STORMS have beaten on this point of land And ships gone to wreck here and the passers-by remember it with ...