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 ...
Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in whiteThe ...
Many ways to say good night.Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of July spell it with red wheels and ...
THE working girls in the morning are going to work-- long lines of them afoot amid the downtown stores and ...
THE DOUBLE moon, one on the high back drop of the west, one on the curve of the river face, ...
JIMMY WIMBLETON listened a first week in June. Ditches along prairie roads of Northern Illinois Filled the arch of night ...
THE WIND stops, the wind begins. The wind says stop, begin. A sea shovel scrapes the sand floor. The shovel ...
Sandland where the salt water kills the sweet potatoes. Homes for sandpipers-the script of their feet is on the sea ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
THE DOME of the capitol looks to the Potomac river. Out of haze over the sunset, Out of a smoke ...
BEND low again, night of summer stars. So near you are, sky of summer stars, So near, a long arm ...
(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 ...
WHAT does the hangman think about When he goes home at night from work? When he sits down with his ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
ONE by one lights of a skyscraper fling their checkering cross work on the velvet gown of night. I believe ...
OF my city the worst that men will ever say is this: You took little children away from the sun ...
SOMEWHERE you and I remember we came. Stairways from the sea and our heads dripping. Ladders of dust and mud ...
THE LAW says you and I belong to each other, George. The law says you are mine and I am ...
Night from a railroad car window Is a great, dark, soft thing Broken across with slashes of light. (Carl Sandburg)
A LONE gray bird, Dim-dipping, far-flying, Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults Of night and the sea And ...
BILBEA, I was in Babylon on Saturday night. I saw nothing of you anywhere. I was at the old place ...
I RISE out of my depths with my language. You rise out of your depths with your language. Two tongues ...
FOR a woman's face remembered as a spot of quick light on the flat land of dark night, For this ...
IN a Yiddish eating place on Rivington Street . faces . coffee spots . children kicking at the night stars ...
JOY . weaving two violet petals for a coat lapel . painting on a slab of night sky a Christ ...
INTO the gulf and the pit of the dark night, the cold night, there is a man goes into the ...
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
ALL I can give you is broken-face gargoyles. It is too early to sing and dance at funerals, Though I ...
In western fields of corn and northern timber lands, They talk about me, a saloon with a soul, The soft ...
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