Upstream (Carl Sandburg Poems)
The strong men keep coming on. They go down shot, hanged, sick, broken. They live on, fighting, singing, lucky as ...
Carl Sandburg Poems on Fate & Destiny (6 Poems)
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 ...
The Red Son (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I LOVE your faces I saw the many years I drank your milk and filled my mouth With your home ...
Chicago (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, ...
Who am I? (Carl Sandburg Poems)
My head knocks against the stars. My feet are on the hilltops. My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores ...
Crapshooters (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SOMEBODY loses whenever somebody wins. This was known to the Chaldeans long ago. And more: somebody wins whenever somebody loses. ...