Arithmetic (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.Arithmetic tells you how many you lose ...
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.Arithmetic tells you how many you lose ...
Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in whiteThe ...
SLEEP is a maker of makers. Birds sleep. Feet cling to a perch. Look at the balance. Let the legs ...
I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a ...
(March, 1919)A LIAR goes in fine clothes. A liar goes in rags. A liar is a liar, clothes or no ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
AM I the river your white birds fly over? Are you the green valley my silver channels roam? The two ...
THREE violins are trying their hearts. The piece is MacDowell's Wild Rose. And the time of the wild rose And ...
FROM the time of the early radishes To the time of the standing corn Sleepy Henry Hackerman hoes. There are ...
Musings of a Police Reporter in the Identification Bureau YOU have loved forty women, but you have only one thumb. ...
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
I AM the mist, the impalpable mist, Back of the thing you seek. My arms are long, Long as the ...
THEN came, Oscar, the time of the guns. And there was no land for a man, no land for a ...
INTO the blue river hills The red sun runners go And the long sand changes And to-day is a goner ...
THE BALLOONS hang on wires in the Marigold Gardens. They spot their yellow and gold, they juggle their blue and ...
SIX street ends come together here. They feed people and wagons into the center. In and out all day horses ...
IT'S going to come out all right-do you know? The sun, the birds, the grass-they know. They get along-and we'll ...
NANCY HANKS dreams by the fire; Dreams, and the logs sputter, And the yellow tongues climb. Red lines lick their ...
FLANDERS, the name of a place, a country of people, Spells itself with letters, is written in books. "Where is ...
IN the cool of the night time The clocks pick off the points And the mainsprings loosen. They will need ...
I RISE out of my depths with my language. You rise out of your depths with your language. Two tongues ...
LET it go on; let the love of this hour be poured out till all the answers are made, the ...
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