Two Items (Carl Sandburg Poems)
STRONG rocks hold up the riksdag bridge . always strong river waters shoving their shoulders against them . In the ...
Carl Sandburg Poems (461 Poems)
Window (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Night from a railroad car window Is a great, dark, soft thing Broken across with slashes of light. (Carl Sandburg)
Remorse (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE HORSE'S name was Remorse. There were people said, "Gee, what a nag!" And they were Edgar Allan Poe bugs ...
Slants at Buffalo, New York (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A FOREFINGER of stone, dreamed by a sculptor, points to the sky. It says: This way! this way! Four lions ...
Subway (Carl Sandburg Poems)
DOWN between the walls of shadow Where the iron laws insist, The hunger voices mock. The worn wayfaring men With ...
The Plowboy (Carl Sandburg Poems)
AFTER the last red sunset glimmer, Black on the line of a low hill rise, Formed into moving shadows, I ...
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 ...
Two Neighbors (Carl Sandburg Poems)
FACES of two eternities keep looking at me. One is Omar Khayam and the red stuff wherein men forget yesterday ...
Winter Milk (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE MILK drops on your chin, Helga, Must not interfere with the cranberry red of your cheeks Nor the sky ...
Repetitions (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THEY are crying salt tears Over the beautiful beloved body Of Inez Milholland, Because they are glad she lived, Because ...
Sleepyheads (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SLEEP is a maker of makers. Birds sleep. Feet cling to a perch. Look at the balance. Let the legs ...
Sumach and Birds (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IF you never came with a pigeon rainbow purple Shining in the six o'clock September dusk: If the red sumach ...
The Red Son (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I LOVE your faces I saw the many years I drank your milk and filled my mouth With your home ...
Three Pieces on the Smoke of Autumn (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SMOKE of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen and travel. The red west is stopped with a gray ...
Two Strangers Breakfast (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE LAW says you and I belong to each other, George. The law says you are mine and I am ...
Wistful (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WISHES left on your lips The mark of their wings. Regrets fly kites in your eyes. (Carl Sandburg)
River Moons (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE DOUBLE moon, one on the high back drop of the west, one on the curve of the river face, ...
Slippery (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE SIX month child Fresh from the tub Wriggles in our hands. This is our fish child. Give her a ...
Summer Stars (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BEND low again, night of summer stars. So near you are, sky of summer stars, So near, a long arm ...
The Right to Grief (Carl Sandburg Poems)
To Certain Poets About to Die TAKE your fill of intimate remorse, perfumed sorrow, Over the dead child of a ...
Three Spring Notations on Bipeds (Carl Sandburg Poems)
1THE DOWN drop of the blackbird, The wing catch of arrested flight, The stop midway and then off: off for ...
Under (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I I AM the undertow Washing tides of power Battering the pillars Under your things of high law. II I ...
Woman with a Past (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THERE was a woman tore off a red velvet gown And slashed the white skin of her right shoulder And ...
River Roads (Carl Sandburg Poems)
LET the crows go by hawking their caw and caw. They have been swimming in midnights of coal mines somewhere. ...
Smoke (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I SIT in a chair and read the newspapers. Millions of men go to war, acres of them are buried, ...
Swirl (Carl Sandburg Poems)
A SWIRL in the air where your head was once, here. You walked under this tree, spoke to a moon ...
The Sea Hold (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE SEA is large. The sea hold on a leg of land in the Chesapeake hugs an early sunset and ...
Three Violins (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THREE violins are trying their hearts. The piece is MacDowell's Wild Rose. And the time of the wild rose And ...
Uplands In May (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WONDER as of old things Fresh and fair come back Hangs over pasture and road. Lush in the lowland grasses ...
Women Washing Their Hair (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THEY have painted and sung the women washing their hair, and the plaits and strands in the sun, and the ...