Smoke and Steel (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
A STONE face higher than six horses stood five thousand years gazing at the world seeming to clutch a secret. ...
UNDERTAKERS, hearse drivers, grave diggers, I speak to you as one not afraid of your business. You handle dust going ...
GIVE me your anathema. Speak new damnations on my head. The evening mist in the hills is soft. The boulders ...
For the gladness here where the sun is shining at evening on the weeds at the river, Our prayer of ...
THE LAWYERS, Bob, know too much. They are chums of the books of old John Marshall. They know it all, ...
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
BOX cars run by a mile long. And I wonder what they say to each other When they stop a ...
IT is something to face the sun and know you are free. To hold your head in the shafts of ...
OUT of the testimony of such reluctant lips, out of the oaths and mouths of such scrupulous liars, out of ...
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
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