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 ...
And so to-day--they lay him away-- the boy nobody knows the name of-- the buck private--the unknown soldier-- the doughboy ...
I am the nigger.Singer of songs,Dancer. . .Softer than fluff of cotton. . .Harder than dark earthRoads beaten in the ...
DO you know how the dream looms? how if summer misses one of us the two of us miss summer- ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
(March, 1919)A LIAR goes in fine clothes. A liar goes in rags. A liar is a liar, clothes or no ...
YOUR white shoulders I remember And your shrug of laughter. Low laughter Shaken slow From your white shoulders. Where the ...
THE working girls in the morning are going to work-- long lines of them afoot amid the downtown stores and ...
Women of night life amid the lights Where the line of your full, round throats Matches in gleam the glint ...
THERE was a high majestic fooling Day before yesterday in the yellow corn. And day after to-morrow in the yellow ...
CLOWNS DYINGFIVE circus clowns dying this year, morning newspapers told their lives, how each one horizontal in a last gesture ...
I DON'T know how he came, shambling, dark, and strong. He stood in the city and told men: My people ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
For the gladness here where the sun is shining at evening on the weeds at the river, Our prayer of ...
TWO fishes swimming in the sea, Two birds flying in the air, Two chisels on an anvil-maybe. Beaten, hammered, laughing ...
SHAKE back your hair, O red-headed girl. Let go your laughter and keep your two proud freckles on your chin. ...
POLAND, France, Judea ran in her veins, Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at the ...
I LOVE him, I love him, ran the patter of her lips And she formed his name on her tongue ...
HOW many feet ran with sunlight, water, and air? What little devils shaken of laughter, cramming their little ribs with ...
I SAW a mouth jeering. A smile of melted red iron ran over it. Its laugh was full of nails ...
FIRST I would like to write for you a poem to be shouted in the teeth of a strong wind. ...
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