Old Woman (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE owl-car clatters along, dogged by the echo From building and battered paving-stone. The headlight scoffs at the mist, And ...
Carl Sandburg Poems (461 Poems)
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 ...
Prairie (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
Fog (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves ...
Child Moon (Carl Sandburg Poems)
The child's wonder At the old moon Comes back nightly. She points her finger To the far silent yellow thing ...
Waiting (Carl Sandburg Poems)
TODAY I will let the old boat stand Where the sweep of the harbor tide comes in To the pulse ...
Finish (Carl Sandburg Poems)
DEATH comes once, let it be easy. Ring one bell for me once, let it go at that. Or ring ...
Long Guns (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THEN came, Oscar, the time of the guns. And there was no land for a man, no land for a ...
The South Wind Say So (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IF the oriole calls like last year when the south wind sings in the oats, if the leaves climb and ...
Adelaide Crapsey (Carl Sandburg Poems)
AMONG the bumble-bees in red-top hay, a freckled field of brown-eyed Susans dripping yellow leaves in July, I read your ...
Back Yard (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Shine on, O moon of summer. Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak, All silver under your rain ...
Broken Tabernacles (Carl Sandburg Poems)
HAVE I broken the smaller tabernacles, O Lord? And in the destruction of these set up the greater and massive, ...
Circles of Doors (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I LOVE him, I love him, ran the patter of her lips And she formed his name on her tongue ...
Curse of a Rich Polish Peasant on His Sister Who Ran Away With a Wild Man (Carl Sandburg Poems)
FELIKSOWA has gone again from our house and this time for good, I hope. She and her husband took with ...
Fellow Citizens (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I DRANK musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with the millionaire manufacturer of Green River butter one night And ...
Glimmer (Carl Sandburg Poems)
LET down your braids of hair, lady. Cross your legs and sit before the looking-glass And gaze long on lines ...
Helga (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE WISHES on this child's mouth Came like snow on marsh cranberries; The tamarack kept something for her; The wind ...
In Tall Grass (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BEES and a honeycomb in the dried head of a horse in a pasture corner-a skull in the tall grass ...
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, ...
Man, the Man-Hunter (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I SAW Man, the man-hunter, Hunting with a torch in one hand And a kerosene can in the other, Hunting ...
Moonset (Carl Sandburg Poems)
LEAVES of poplars pick Japanese prints against the west. Moon sand on the canal doubles the changing pictures. The moon's ...
Old-fashioned Requited Love (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I HAVE ransacked the encyclopedias And slid my fingers among topics and titles Looking for you. And the answer comes ...
People With Proud Chins (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I TELL them where the wind comes from, Where the music goes when the fiddle is in the box. Kids-I ...
Prairie Waters by Night (Carl Sandburg Poems)
CHATTER of birds two by two raises a night song joining a litany of running water-sheer waters showing the russet ...
Happiness (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I ASKED the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness. And I went to ...
Child of the Romans (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE dago shovelman sits by the railroad track Eating a noon meal of bread and bologna. A train whirls by, ...
Who am I? (Carl Sandburg Poems)
My head knocks against the stars. My feet are on the hilltops. My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores ...
Fire Pages (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WILL read ashes for you, if you ask me. I will look in the fire and tell you from ...
Mag (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WISH to God I never saw you, Mag. I wish you never quit your job and came along with ...
To a Dead Man (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Over the dead line we have called to you To come across with a word to us, Some beaten whisper ...