To A Contemporary (Carl Sandburg Poems)
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
Carl Sandburg Poems on Jesus Christ (16 Poems)
Hope Is A Tattered Flag (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in whiteThe ...
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 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 ...
Three Balls (Carl Sandburg Poems)
JABOWSKY'S place is on a side street and only the rain washes the dusty three balls. When I passed the ...
To a Contemporary Bunkshooter (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
Whirls (Carl Sandburg Poems)
NEITHER rose leaves gathered in a jar-respectably in Boston-these-nor drops of Christ blood for a chalice-decently in Philadelphia or Baltimore. ...
Brass Keys (Carl Sandburg Poems)
JOY . weaving two violet petals for a coat lapel . painting on a slab of night sky a Christ ...
Child (Carl Sandburg Poems)
The young child, Christ, is straight and wise And asks questions of the old men, questions Found under running water ...
Clean Curtains (Carl Sandburg Poems)
NEW neighbors came to the corner house at Congress and Green streets. The look of their clean white curtains was ...
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 ...
Ice Handler (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I KNOW an ice handler who wears a flannel shirt with pearl buttons the size of a dollar, And he ...
Loin Cloth (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BODY of Jesus taken down from the cross Carved in ivory by a lover of Christ, It is a child's ...
Muckers (Carl Sandburg Poems)
TWENTY men stand watching the muckers. Stabbing the sides of the ditch Where clay gleams yellow, Driving the blades of ...
Peach Blossoms (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WHAT cry of peach blossoms let loose on the air today I heard with my face thrown in the pink-white ...
Always the Mob (Carl Sandburg Poems)
JESUS emptied the devils of one man into forty hogs and the hogs took the edge of a high rock ...