Dust (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Here is dust remembers it was a rose one time and lay in a woman's hair. Here is dust remembers ...
Carl Sandburg Poems on Hair (18 Poems)
Sleepyheads (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SLEEP is a maker of makers. Birds sleep. Feet cling to a perch. Look at the balance. Let the legs ...
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 ...
Women Washing Their Hair (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THEY have painted and sung the women washing their hair, and the plaits and strands in the sun, and the ...
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 ...
Prayers After World War (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WANDERING oversea dreamer, Hunting and hoarse, Oh daughter and mother, Oh daughter of ashes and mother of blood, Child of ...
Cups of Coffee (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE HAGGARD woman with a hacking cough and a deathless love whispers of white flowers . in your poem you ...
Iron (Carl Sandburg Poems)
GUNS, Long, steel guns, Pointed from the war ships In the name of the war god. Straight, shining, polished guns, ...
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 ...
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 ...
Red-headed Restaurant Cashier (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SHAKE back your hair, O red-headed girl. Let go your laughter and keep your two proud freckles on your chin. ...
Crabapple Blossoms (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SOMEBODY'S little girl-how easy to make a sob story over who she was once and who she is now. Somebody's ...
Girl in a Cage (Carl Sandburg Poems)
HERE in a cage the dollars come down. To the click of a tube the dollars tumble. And out of ...
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 ...
June (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Paula is digging and shaping the loam of a salvia, Scarlet Chinese talker of summer. Two petals of crabapple blossom ...
Places (Carl Sandburg Poems)
ROSES and gold For you today, And the flash of flying flags. I will have Ashes, Dust in my hair, ...
Potato Blossom Songs and Jigs (Carl Sandburg Poems)
RUM tiddy um, tiddy um, tiddy um tum tum. My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves. ...
Prairie (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...