To A Contemporary (Carl Sandburg Poems)
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
Carl Sandburg Poems on Work & Career (36 Poems)
A Father To His Son (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A father sees his son nearing manhood.What shall he tell that son?"Life is hard; be steel; be a rock."And this ...
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 ...
Windflower Leaf (Carl Sandburg Poems)
This flower is repeated out of old winds, out of old times. The wind repeats these, it must have these, ...
A E F (Carl Sandburg Poems)
There will be a rusty gun on the wall, sweetheart, The rifle grooves curling with flakes of rust. A spider ...
Smoke and Steel (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
The Hangman at Home (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WHAT does the hangman think about When he goes home at night from work? When he sits down with his ...
They Will Say (Carl Sandburg Poems)
OF my city the worst that men will ever say is this: You took little children away from the sun ...
Three Ghosts (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THREE tailors of Tooley Street wrote: We, the People. The names are forgotten. It is a joke in ghosts. Cutters ...
To a Contemporary Bunkshooter (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
To Certain Journeymen (Carl Sandburg Poems)
UNDERTAKERS, hearse drivers, grave diggers, I speak to you as one not afraid of your business. You handle dust going ...
Grass (Carl Sandburg Poems)
PILE the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work- I am the grass; I ...
Illinois Farmer (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BURY this old Illinois farmer with respect. He slept the Illinois nights of his life after days of work in ...
Ready to Kill (Carl Sandburg Poems)
TEN minutes now I have been looking at this. I have gone by here before and wondered about it. This ...
Interior (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN the cool of the night time The clocks pick off the points And the mainsprings loosen. They will need ...
Happiness (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I ASKED the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness. And I went to ...
Joliet (Carl Sandburg Poems)
ON the one hand the steel works. On the other hand the penitentiary. Sante Fé trains and Alton trains Between ...
Skyscraper (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
Loin Cloth (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BODY of Jesus taken down from the cross Carved in ivory by a lover of Christ, It is a child's ...
I Am The People, The Mob (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I AM the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass. Do you know that all the great work of the world is done ...
Neighbors (Carl Sandburg Poems)
ON Forty First Street near Eighth Avenue a frame house wobbles. If houses went on crutches this house would be ...
Psalm of Those Who Go Forth Before Daylight (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE POLICEMAN buys shoes slow and careful; the teamster buys gloves slow and careful; they take care of their feet ...
North Atlantic (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WHEN the sea is everywhere from horizon to horizon .. when the salt and blue fill a circle of horizons ...
The Lawyers Know Too Much (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE LAWYERS, Bob, know too much. They are chums of the books of old John Marshall. They know it all, ...
Old Timers (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I AM an ancient reluctant conscript. On the soup wagons of Xerxes I was a cleaner of pans. On the ...
Choices (Carl Sandburg Poems)
They offer you many things, I a few. Moonlight on the play of fountains at night With water sparkling a ...
Pennsylvania (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I HAVE been in Pennsylvania, In the Monongahela and the Hocking Valleys. In the blue Susquehanna On a Saturday morning ...
Onion Days (Carl Sandburg Poems)
MRS. GABRIELLE GIOVANNITTI comes along Peoria Street every morning at nine o'clock With kindling wood piled on top of her ...
People Who Must (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I PAINTED on the roof of a skyscraper. I painted a long while and called it a day's work. The ...
Under A Telephone Pole (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I AM a copper wire slung in the air, Slim against the sun I make not even a clear line ...