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 ...
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.Arithmetic tells you how many you lose ...
On a mountain-side the real estate agents Put up signs marking the city lots to be sold there. A man ...
(Washington, August, 1918)I HAVE seen this city in the day and the sun. I have seen this city in the ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
I WAS a boy when I heard three red words a thousand Frenchmen died in the streets for: Liberty, Equality, ...
THE PEACE of great doors be for you. Wait at the knobs, at the panel oblongs. Wait for the great ...
AMONG the bumble-bees in red-top hay, a freckled field of brown-eyed Susans dripping yellow leaves in July, I read your ...
I DON'T blame the kettle drums-they are hungry. And the snare drums-I know what they want-they are empty too. And ...
THE BOY Alexander understands his father to be a famous lawyer. The leather law books of Alexander's father fill a ...
I AM making a Cartoon of a Woman. She is the People. She is the Great Dirty Mother. And Many ...
NEW neighbors came to the corner house at Congress and Green streets. The look of their clean white curtains was ...
INTO the gulf and the pit of the dark night, the cold night, there is a man goes into the ...
WAGON WHEEL GAP is a place I never saw And Red Horse Gulch and the chutes of Cripple Creek. Red-shirted ...
AMONG the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and red crag and was amazed; On the beach where the ...
I. CHICKENS I am The Great White Way of the city: When you ask what is my desire, I answer: ...
NEW-MOWN hay smell and wind of the plain made her a woman whose ribs had the power of the hills ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
WANDERING oversea dreamer, Hunting and hoarse, Oh daughter and mother, Oh daughter of ashes and mother of blood, Child of ...
I CRIED over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts. The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the ...
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