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 God (36 Poems)
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 ...
A Million Young Work Men (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A million young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the grass and roads,And the million are now under soil ...
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 ...
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 ...
Telegram (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I SAW a telegram handed a two hundred pound man at a desk. And the little scrap of paper charged ...
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 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. ...
Threes (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WAS a boy when I heard three red words a thousand Frenchmen died in the streets for: Liberty, Equality, ...
Adelaide Crapsey (Carl Sandburg Poems)
AMONG the bumble-bees in red-top hay, a freckled field of brown-eyed Susans dripping yellow leaves in July, I read your ...
Momus (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Momus is the name men give your face, The brag of its tone, like a long low steamboat whistle Finding ...
Anna Imroth (Carl Sandburg Poems)
CROSS the hands over the breast here--so. Straighten the legs a little more--so. And call for the wagon to come ...
Ossawatomie (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I DON'T know how he came, shambling, dark, and strong. He stood in the city and told men: My people ...
Balloon Faces (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE BALLOONS hang on wires in the Marigold Gardens. They spot their yellow and gold, they juggle their blue and ...
Band Concert (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BAND concert public square Nebraska city. Flowing and circling dresses, summer-white dresses. Faces, flesh tints flung like sprays of cherry ...
Boy and Father (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE BOY Alexander understands his father to be a famous lawyer. The leather law books of Alexander's father fill a ...
Brass Keys (Carl Sandburg Poems)
JOY . weaving two violet petals for a coat lapel . painting on a slab of night sky a Christ ...
Clean Hands (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IT is something to face the sun and know you are free. To hold your head in the shafts of ...
Iron (Carl Sandburg Poems)
GUNS, Long, steel guns, Pointed from the war ships In the name of the war god. Straight, shining, polished guns, ...
Crapshooters (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SOMEBODY loses whenever somebody wins. This was known to the Chaldeans long ago. And more: somebody wins whenever somebody loses. ...
Our Prayer of Thanks (Carl Sandburg Poems)
For the gladness here where the sun is shining at evening on the weeds at the river, Our prayer of ...
Dusty Doors (Carl Sandburg Poems)
CHILD of the Aztec gods, how long must we listen here, how long before we go? The dust is deep ...
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 ...
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 ...
Laughing Blue Steel (Carl Sandburg Poems)
TWO fishes swimming in the sea, Two birds flying in the air, Two chisels on an anvil-maybe. Beaten, hammered, laughing ...
Fire Dreams (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I REMEMBER here by the fire, In the flickering reds and saffrons, They came in a ramshackle tub, Pilgrims in ...
Long Guns (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THEN came, Oscar, the time of the guns. And there was no land for a man, no land for a ...
Five Towns on the B. & O. (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BY day . tireless smokestacks . hungry smoky shanties hanging to the slopes . crooning: We get by, that's all. ...
Nights Nothings Again (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
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 ...