California City Landscape (Carl Sandburg Poems)
On a mountain-side the real estate agents Put up signs marking the city lots to be sold there. A man ...
Carl Sandburg Poems on War & Peace (38 Poems)
Hope Is A Tattered Flag (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in whiteThe ...
A Million Young Work Men (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A million young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the grass and roads,And the million are now under soil ...
Threes (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WAS a boy when I heard three red words a thousand Frenchmen died in the streets for: Liberty, Equality, ...
Trinity Place (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE GRAVE of Alexander Hamilton is in Trinity yard at the end of Wall Street. The grave of Robert Fulton ...
Wars (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN the old wars drum of hoofs and the beat of shod feet. In the new wars hum of motors ...
Yes, the Dead Speak to Us (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YES, the Dead speak to us. This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness. Back ...
Smoke (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I SIT in a chair and read the newspapers. Millions of men go to war, acres of them are buried, ...
The Four Brothers (Carl Sandburg Poems)
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
The Liars (Carl Sandburg Poems)
(March, 1919)A LIAR goes in fine clothes. A liar goes in rags. A liar is a liar, clothes or no ...
The Right to Grief (Carl Sandburg Poems)
To Certain Poets About to Die TAKE your fill of intimate remorse, perfumed sorrow, Over the dead child of a ...
The Sins of Kalamazoo (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
Three Pieces on the Smoke of Autumn (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SMOKE of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen and travel. The red west is stopped with a gray ...
John Ericsson Day Memorial, 1918 (Carl Sandburg Poems)
INTO the gulf and the pit of the dark night, the cold night, there is a man goes into the ...
Chicago (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, ...
Knucks (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN Abraham Lincoln's city, Where they remember his lawyer's shingle, The place where they brought him Wrapped in battle flags, ...
Buttons (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I HAVE been watching the war map slammed up for advertising in front of the newspaper office. Buttons--red and yellow ...
Leather Leggings (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THEY have taken the ball of earth and made it a little thing. They were held to the land and ...
Iron (Carl Sandburg Poems)
GUNS, Long, steel guns, Pointed from the war ships In the name of the war god. Straight, shining, polished guns, ...
Legends (Carl Sandburg Poems)
CLOWNS DYINGFIVE circus clowns dying this year, morning newspapers told their lives, how each one horizontal in a last gesture ...
Our Prayer of Thanks (Carl Sandburg Poems)
For the gladness here where the sun is shining at evening on the weeds at the river, Our prayer of ...
Letters To Dead Imagists (Carl Sandburg Poems)
EMILY DICKINSON: You gave us the bumble bee who has a soul, The everlasting traveler among the hollyhocks, And how ...
Choices (Carl Sandburg Poems)
They offer you many things, I a few. Moonlight on the play of fountains at night With water sparkling a ...
Masses (Carl Sandburg Poems)
AMONG the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and red crag and was amazed; On the beach where the ...
Fight (Carl Sandburg Poems)
RED drips from my chin where I have been eating. Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off ...
Momus (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Momus is the name men give your face, The brag of its tone, like a long low steamboat whistle Finding ...
For You (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE PEACE of great doors be for you. Wait at the knobs, at the panel oblongs. Wait for the great ...
Old Osawatomie (Carl Sandburg Poems)
JOHN BROWN'S body under the morning stars. Six feet of dust under the morning stars. And a panorama of war ...
From The Shore (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A LONE gray bird, Dim-dipping, far-flying, Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults Of night and the sea And ...
Panels (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE WEST window is a panel of marching onions. Five new lilacs nod to the wind and fence boards. The ...