Valley Song (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOUR eyes and the valley are memories. Your eyes fire and the valley a bowl. It was here a moonrise ...
Carl Sandburg Poems (461 Poems)
Yes, the Dead Speak to Us (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YES, the Dead speak to us. This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness. Back ...
Sandpipers (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Sandland where the salt water kills the sweet potatoes. Homes for sandpipers-the script of their feet is on the sea ...
Snow (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SNOW took us away from the smoke valleys into white mountains, we saw velvet blue cows eating a vermillion grass ...
Telegram (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I SAW a telegram handed a two hundred pound man at a desk. And the little scrap of paper charged ...
The Walking Man of Rodin (Carl Sandburg Poems)
LEGS hold a torso away from the earth. And a regular high poem of legs is here. Powers of bone ...
Throwbacks (Carl Sandburg Poems)
SOMEWHERE you and I remember we came. Stairways from the sea and our heads dripping. Ladders of dust and mud ...
Vaudeville Dancer (Carl Sandburg Poems)
ELSIE FLIMMERWON, you got a job now with a jazz outfit in vaudeville. The houses go wild when you finish ...
Young Bullfrogs (Carl Sandburg Poems)
JIMMY WIMBLETON listened a first week in June. Ditches along prairie roads of Northern Illinois Filled the arch of night ...
Savoir Faire (Carl Sandburg Poems)
CAST a bronze of my head and legs and put them on the king's street. Set the cast of me ...
Soiled Dove (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Let us be honest; the lady was not a harlot until she married a corporation lawyer who picked her from ...
Testament (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I GIVE the undertakers permission to haul my body to the graveyard and to lay away all, the head, the ...
The Wind Sings Welcome in Early Spring (Carl Sandburg Poems)
(For Paula)THE GRIP of the ice is gone now. The silvers chase purple. The purples tag silver. They let out ...
Timber Wings (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THERE was a wild pigeon came often to Hinkley's timber. Gray wings that wrote their loops and triangles on the ...
Village in Late Summer (Carl Sandburg Poems)
LIPS half-willing in a doorway. Lips half-singing at a window. Eyes half-dreaming in the walls. Feet half-dancing in a kitchen. ...
Young Sea (Carl Sandburg Poems)
The sea is never still. It pounds on the shore Restless as a young heart, Hunting. The sea speaks And ...
Sea-Wash (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE SEA-WASH never ends. The sea-wash repeats, repeats. Only old songs? Is that all the sea knows? Only the old ...
Southern Pacific (Carl Sandburg Poems)
HUNTINGTON sleeps in a house six feet long. Huntington dreams of railroads he built and owned. Huntington dreams of ten ...
The Answer (Carl Sandburg Poems)
You have spoken the answer. A child searches far sometimes Into the red dust On a dark rose leaf And ...
The Year (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IA STORM of white petals, Buds throwing open baby fists Into hands of broad flowers. IIRed roses running upward, Clambering ...
To a Contemporary Bunkshooter (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
Wars (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN the old wars drum of hoofs and the beat of shod feet. In the new wars hum of motors ...
Sheep (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Thousands of sheep, soft-footed, black-nosed sheep-- one by one going up the hill and over the fence--one by one four-footed ...
Spanish (Carl Sandburg Poems)
FASTEN black eyes on me. I ask nothing of you under the peach trees, Fasten your black eyes in my ...
The Four Brothers (Carl Sandburg Poems)
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
Theme In Yellow (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I spot the hills With yellow balls in autumn. I light the prairie cornfields Orange and tawny gold clusters And ...
To Beachey, 1912 (Carl Sandburg Poems)
RIDING against the east, A veering, steady shadow Purrs the motor-call Of the man-bird Ready with the death-laughter In his ...
Washerwoman (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE WASHERWOMAN is a member of the Salvation Army. And over the tub of suds rubbing underwear clean She sings ...
Shenandoah (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IN the Shenandoah Valley, one rider gray and one rider blue, and the sun on the riders wondering. Piled in ...
Stars, Songs, Faces (Carl Sandburg Poems)
GATHER the stars if you wish it so. Gather the songs and keep them. Gather the faces of women. Gather ...