Poppies (Carl Sandburg Poems)
She loves blood-red poppies for a garden to walk in. In a loose white gown she walks and a new ...
Carl Sandburg Poems (461 Poems)
Joy (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands And take it when it runs by, As the Apache dancer ...
Mill-Doors (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOU never come back. I say good-by when I see you going in the doors, The hopeless open doors that ...
Blue Ridge (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BORN a million years ago you stay here a million years . watching the women come and live and be ...
His Own Face Hidden (Carl Sandburg Poems)
HOKUSAI'S portrait of himself Tells what his hat was like And his arms and legs. The only faces Are a ...
Salvage (Carl Sandburg Poems)
GUNS on the battle lines have pounded now a year between Brussels and Paris. And, William Morris, when I read ...
Work Gangs (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BOX cars run by a mile long. And I wonder what they say to each other When they stop a ...
Aprons of Silence (Carl Sandburg Poems)
MANY things I might have said today. And I kept my mouth shut. So many times I was asked To ...
Blue Island Intersection (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SIX street ends come together here. They feed people and wagons into the center. In and out all day horses ...
Cartoon (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I AM making a Cartoon of a Woman. She is the People. She is the Great Dirty Mother. And Many ...
Crapshooters (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SOMEBODY loses whenever somebody wins. This was known to the Chaldeans long ago. And more: somebody wins whenever somebody loses. ...
Dusty Doors (Carl Sandburg Poems)
CHILD of the Aztec gods, how long must we listen here, how long before we go? The dust is deep ...
Flying Fish (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I HAVE lived in many half-worlds myself . and so I know you. I leaned at a deck rail watching ...
Half Moon in a High Wind (Carl Sandburg Poems)
MONEY is nothing now, even if I had it, O mooney moon, yellow half moon, Up over the green pines ...
How Yesterday Looked (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE HIGH horses of the sea broke their white riders On the walls that held and counted the hours The ...
Joliet (Carl Sandburg Poems)
ON the one hand the steel works. On the other hand the penitentiary. Sante Fé trains and Alton trains Between ...
Loam (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN the loam we sleep, In the cool moist loam, To the lull of years that pass And the break ...
Memoir (Carl Sandburg Poems)
We look on the shoulders filling the stage of the Chicago Auditorium. A fat mayor has spoken much English and ...
Night Movement-New York (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN the night, when the sea-winds take the city in their arms, And cool the loud streets that kept their ...
Passers-By (Carl Sandburg Poems)
PASSERS-BY, Out of your many faces Flash memories to me Now at the day end Away from the sidewalks Where ...
Population Drifts (Carl Sandburg Poems)
NEW-MOWN hay smell and wind of the plain made her a woman whose ribs had the power of the hills ...
Lost (Carl Sandburg Poems)
DESOLATE and lone All night long on the lake Where fog trails and mist creeps, The whistle of a boat ...
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 ...
Buffalo Dusk (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE BUFFALOES are gone. And those who saw the buffaloes are gone. Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands and ...
Home Fires (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN a Yiddish eating place on Rivington Street . faces . coffee spots . children kicking at the night stars ...
Sandhill People (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I TOOK away three pictures. One was a white gull forming a half-mile arch from the pines toward Waukegan. One ...
Boes (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WAITED today for a freight train to pass. Cattle cars with steers butting their horns against the bars, went ...
Ashurnatsirpal III (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THREE walls around the town of Tela when I came. They expected everything of those walls; Nobody in the town ...
Blue Maroons (Carl Sandburg Poems)
"YOU slut," he flung at her. It was more than a hundred times He had thrown it into her face ...
Chamfort (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THERE'S Chamfort. He's a sample. Locked himself in his library with a gun, Shot off his nose and shot out ...