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 ...
The strong men keep coming on. They go down shot, hanged, sick, broken. They live on, fighting, singing, lucky as ...
I remember once I ran after you and tagged the fluttering shirt of you in the wind. Once many days ...
(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 ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
THEY all want to play Hamlet. They have not exactly seen their fathers killed Nor their mothers in a frame-up ...
THE GRAVE of Alexander Hamilton is in Trinity yard at the end of Wall Street. The grave of Robert Fulton ...
POLAND, France, Judea ran in her veins, Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at the ...
WANDERING oversea dreamer, Hunting and hoarse, Oh daughter and mother, Oh daughter of ashes and mother of blood, Child of ...
HAVE I broken the smaller tabernacles, O Lord? And in the destruction of these set up the greater and massive, ...
THE SEA at its worst drives a white foam up, The same sea sometimes so easy and rocking with green ...
The young child, Christ, is straight and wise And asks questions of the old men, questions Found under running water ...
DUST of the feet And dust of the wheels, Wagons and people going, All day feet and wheels. Now. . ...
MONEY is nothing now, even if I had it, O mooney moon, yellow half moon, Up over the green pines ...
RED gold of pools, Sunset furrows six o'clock, And the farmer done in the fields And the cows in the ...
FIRST I would like to write for you a poem to be shouted in the teeth of a strong wind. ...
THE HIGH horses of the sea broke their white riders On the walls that held and counted the hours The ...
BEES and a honeycomb in the dried head of a horse in a pasture corner-a skull in the tall grass ...
[They picked him up in the grass where he had lain two days in the rain with a piece of ...
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands And take it when it runs by, As the Apache dancer ...
IN the night, when the sea-winds take the city in their arms, And cool the loud streets that kept their ...
A MAN saw the whole world as a grinning skull and cross-bones. The rose flesh of life shriveled from all ...
On the breakwater in the summer dark, a man and a girl are sitting, She across his knee and they ...
"The past is a bucket of ashes." 1 THE WOMAN named To-morrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and ...
I DON'T know how he came, shambling, dark, and strong. He stood in the city and told men: My people ...
LONG ago I learned how to sleep, In an old apple orchard where the wind swept by counting its money ...
THE FLUTTER of blue pigeon's wings Under a river bridge Hunting a clean dry arch, A corner for a sleep- ...
BOX cars run by a mile long. And I wonder what they say to each other When they stop a ...
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