Cumulatives (Carl Sandburg Poems)
STORMS have beaten on this point of land And ships gone to wreck here and the passers-by remember it with ...
STORMS have beaten on this point of land And ships gone to wreck here and the passers-by remember it with ...
WHAT can we say of the night? The fog night, the moon night, the fog moon night last night? There ...
HERE in a cage the dollars come down. To the click of a tube the dollars tumble. And out of ...
KEEP a red heart of memories Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky, Under the open sun and ...
To the Williamson Brothers HIGH noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of ...
BROTHER, I am fire Surging under the ocean floor. I shall never meet you, brother-- Not for years, anyhow; Maybe ...
THIS is the song I rested with: The right shoulder of a strong man I leaned on. The face of ...
LET me be monosyllabic to-day, O Lord. Yesterday I loosed a snarl of words on a fool, on a child. ...
THE owl-car clatters along, dogged by the echo From building and battered paving-stone. The headlight scoffs at the mist, And ...
I PAINTED on the roof of a skyscraper. I painted a long while and called it a day's work. The ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
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