California City Landscape (Carl Sandburg Poems)
On a mountain-side the real estate agents Put up signs marking the city lots to be sold there. A man ...
On a mountain-side the real estate agents Put up signs marking the city lots to be sold there. A man ...
(Chirstmas Day, 1917)THE FIVE O'CLOCK prairie sunset is a strong man going to sleep after a long day in a ...
Sandland where the salt water kills the sweet potatoes. Homes for sandpipers-the script of their feet is on the sea ...
ON the lips of the child Janet float changing dreams. It is a thin spiral of blue smoke, A morning ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
THE working girls in the morning are going to work-- long lines of them afoot amid the downtown stores and ...
IN the morning, a Sunday morning, shadows of sea and adumbrants of rock in her eyes . horseback in leather ...
SOMEBODY'S little girl-how easy to make a sob story over who she was once and who she is now. Somebody's ...
CHILD of the Aztec gods, how long must we listen here, how long before we go? The dust is deep ...
WHAT can we say of the night? The fog night, the moon night, the fog moon night last night? There ...
TOMB of a millionaire, A multi-millionaire, ladies and gentlemen, Place of the dead where they spend every year The usury ...
I SHALL foot it Down the roadway in the dusk, Where shapes of hunger wander And the fugitives of pain ...
GRIEG being dead we may speak of him and his art. Grieg being dead we can talk about whether he ...
COME you, cartoonists, Hang on a strap with me here At seven o'clock in the morning On a Halsted street ...
THIN sheets of blue smoke among white slabs . near the shingle mill . winter morning. Falling of a dry ...
SELL me a violin, mister, of old mysterious wood. Sell me a fiddle that has kissed dark nights on the ...
I KNOW an ice handler who wears a flannel shirt with pearl buttons the size of a dollar, And he ...
MRS. GABRIELLE GIOVANNITTI comes along Peoria Street every morning at nine o'clock With kindling wood piled on top of her ...
CLOWNS DYINGFIVE circus clowns dying this year, morning newspapers told their lives, how each one horizontal in a last gesture ...
Over the dead line we have called to you To come across with a word to us, Some beaten whisper ...
MAMIE beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana town and dreamed of romance and big things off ...
(Bergen)SEVEN days all fog, all mist, and the turbines pounding through high seas. I was a plaything, a rat's neck ...
I SAW Man, the man-hunter, Hunting with a torch in one hand And a kerosene can in the other, Hunting ...
The long beautiful night of the wind and rain in April, The long night hanging down from the drooping branches ...
Many birds and the beating of wings Make a flinging reckless hum In the early morning at the rocks Above ...
JOY . weaving two violet petals for a coat lapel . painting on a slab of night sky a Christ ...
JOHN BROWN'S body under the morning stars. Six feet of dust under the morning stars. And a panorama of war ...
ALL I can give you is broken-face gargoyles. It is too early to sing and dance at funerals, Though I ...
RUM tiddy um, tiddy um, tiddy um tum tum. My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves. ...
IT'S going to come out all right-do you know? The sun, the birds, the grass-they know. They get along-and we'll ...
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