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 ...
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
Every year Emily Dickinson sent one friendthe first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament Andrew ...
There will be a rusty gun on the wall, sweetheart, The rifle grooves curling with flakes of rust. A spider ...
THE PAWN-SHOP man knows hunger, And how far hunger has eaten the heart Of one who comes with an old ...
THESE are the tawny days: your face comes back. The grapes take on purple: the sunsets redden early on the ...
(For Paula)THE GRIP of the ice is gone now. The silvers chase purple. The purples tag silver. They let out ...
YES, the Dead speak to us. This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness. Back ...
DO you know how the dream looms? how if summer misses one of us the two of us miss summer- ...
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
THERE will be a rusty gun on the wall, sweetheart, The rifle grooves curling with flakes of rust. A spider ...
ALL I can give you is broken-face gargoyles. It is too early to sing and dance at funerals, Though I ...
DUST of the feet And dust of the wheels, Wagons and people going, All day feet and wheels. Now. . ...
THE BABY moon, a canoe, a silver papoose canoe, sails and sails in the Indian west. A ring of silver ...
Shaken, The blossoms of lilac, And shattered, The atoms of purple. Green dip the leaves, Darker the bark, Longer the ...
HERE in a cage the dollars come down. To the click of a tube the dollars tumble. And out of ...
IN the cool of the night time The clocks pick off the points And the mainsprings loosen. They will need ...
ON the one hand the steel works. On the other hand the penitentiary. Sante Fé trains and Alton trains Between ...
IN the loam we sleep, In the cool moist loam, To the lull of years that pass And the break ...
LISTEN a while, the moon is a lovely woman, a lonely woman, lost in a silver dress, lost in a ...
Take a hold now On the silver handles here, Six silver handles, One for each of his old pals. Take ...
THE TELESCOPE picks off star dust on the clean steel sky and sends it to me. The telephone picks off ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
For the gladness here where the sun is shining at evening on the weeds at the river, Our prayer of ...
ARMOUR AVENUE was the name of this street and door signs on empty houses read "The Silver Dollar," "Swede Annie" ...
EVERY year Emily Dickinson sent one friend the first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament ...
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