Telegram (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I SAW a telegram handed a two hundred pound man at a desk. And the little scrap of paper charged ...
I SAW a telegram handed a two hundred pound man at a desk. And the little scrap of paper charged ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
ELSIE FLIMMERWON, you got a job now with a jazz outfit in vaudeville. The houses go wild when you finish ...
YES, the Dead speak to us. This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness. Back ...
ON Forty First Street near Eighth Avenue a frame house wobbles. If houses went on crutches this house would be ...
ALL the policemen, saloonkeepers and efficiency experts in Toledo knew Bern Dailey; secretary ten years when Whitlock was mayor. Pickpockets, ...
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
THERE is something terrible about a hurdy-gurdy, a gipsy man and woman, and a monkey in red flannel all stopping ...
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