And This Will Be All…. (Carl Sandburg Poems)
And this will be all?And the gates will never open again?And the dust and the wind will play around the ...
And this will be all?And the gates will never open again?And the dust and the wind will play around the ...
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 ...
A father sees his son nearing manhood.What shall he tell that son?"Life is hard; be steel; be a rock."And this ...
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.Arithmetic tells you how many you lose ...
On a mountain-side the real estate agents Put up signs marking the city lots to be sold there. A man ...
Wilson and Pilcer and Snack stood before the zoo elephant. Wilson said, "What is its name? Is it from ...
Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in whiteThe ...
Every year Emily Dickinson sent one friendthe first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament Andrew ...
I am the nigger.Singer of songs,Dancer. . .Softer than fluff of cotton. . .Harder than dark earthRoads beaten in the ...
A million young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the grass and roads,And the million are now under soil ...
Lincoln?He was a mystery in smoke and flagsSaying yes to the smoke, yes to the flags,Yes to the paradoxes of ...
Tall timber stood here once, here on a corn belt farm along the Monon. Here the roots of a half-mile ...
Six years I worked in a knitting mill at a machineAnd then I married Jerry, the iceman, for a change.He ...
She had a boxwith a million red bandanas for him.She gave them to himone by one or by thousands,saying then ...
This flower is repeated out of old winds, out of old times. The wind repeats these, it must have these, ...
Many ways to say good night.Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of July spell it with red wheels and ...
Three walls around the town of Tela when I came.They expected everything of those walls;Nobody in the town came out ...
There will be a rusty gun on the wall, sweetheart, The rifle grooves curling with flakes of rust. A spider ...
I could love youas dry roots love rain.I could hold youas branches in the windbrandish petals.Forgive me for speaking so ...
On up the sea slant, On up the horizon, The ship limps.The bone of her nose fog-gray, The heart of ...
When country fiddlers held a convention in Danville, the big money went to a barn dance artist who played Turkey ...
The strong men keep coming on. They go down shot, hanged, sick, broken. They live on, fighting, singing, lucky as ...
Maybe he believes me, maybe not. Maybe I can marry him, maybe not. Maybe the wind on the prairie, The ...
Here is dust remembers it was a rose one time and lay in a woman's hair. Here is dust remembers ...
Look out how you use proud words. When you let proud words go, it is not easy to call them ...
Sandland where the salt water kills the sweet potatoes. Homes for sandpipers-the script of their feet is on the sea ...
SNOW took us away from the smoke valleys into white mountains, we saw velvet blue cows eating a vermillion grass ...
I SAW a telegram handed a two hundred pound man at a desk. And the little scrap of paper charged ...
LEGS hold a torso away from the earth. And a regular high poem of legs is here. Powers of bone ...
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