Young Bullfrogs (Carl Sandburg Poems)
JIMMY WIMBLETON listened a first week in June. Ditches along prairie roads of Northern Illinois Filled the arch of night ...
Carl Sandburg Poems on Music (7 Poems)
Bath (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A MAN saw the whole world as a grinning skull and cross-bones. The rose flesh of life shriveled from all ...
Crapshooters (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SOMEBODY loses whenever somebody wins. This was known to the Chaldeans long ago. And more: somebody wins whenever somebody loses. ...
Dancer (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE LADY in red, she in the chile con carne red, Brilliant as the shine of a pepper crimson in ...
Fellow Citizens (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I DRANK musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with the millionaire manufacturer of Green River butter one night And ...
People With Proud Chins (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I TELL them where the wind comes from, Where the music goes when the fiddle is in the box. Kids-I ...
Prairie Waters by Night (Carl Sandburg Poems)
CHATTER of birds two by two raises a night song joining a litany of running water-sheer waters showing the russet ...