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 ...
Carl Sandburg Poems (461 Poems)
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 ...
The Great Hunt (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a ...
They All Want to Play Hamlet (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THEY all want to play Hamlet. They have not exactly seen their fathers killed Nor their mothers in a frame-up ...
To Certain Journeymen (Carl Sandburg Poems)
UNDERTAKERS, hearse drivers, grave diggers, I speak to you as one not afraid of your business. You handle dust going ...
Weeds (Carl Sandburg Poems)
FROM the time of the early radishes To the time of the standing corn Sleepy Henry Hackerman hoes. There are ...
Jazz Fantasia (Carl Sandburg Poems)
DRUM on your drums, batter on your banjoes, sob on the long cool winding saxophones. Go to it, O jazzmen. ...
Dream Girl (Carl Sandburg Poems)
YOU will come one day in a waver of love, Tender as dew, impetuous as rain, The tan of the ...
A Sphinx (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Close-mouthed you sat five thousand years and never let out a whisper. Processions came by, marchers, asking questions you answered ...
Flash Crimson (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I SHALL cry God to give me a broken foot. I shall ask for a scar and a slashed nose. ...
Nights Nothings Again (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
Under A Telephone Pole (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I AM a copper wire slung in the air, Slim against the sun I make not even a clear line ...
Always the Mob (Carl Sandburg Poems)
JESUS emptied the devils of one man into forty hogs and the hogs took the edge of a high rock ...
Band Concert (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BAND concert public square Nebraska city. Flowing and circling dresses, summer-white dresses. Faces, flesh tints flung like sprays of cherry ...
Buffalo Bill (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BOY heart of Johnny Jones-aching to-day? Aching, and Buffalo Bill in town? Buffalo Bill and ponies, cowboys, Indians? Some of ...
Clean Hands (Carl Sandburg Poems)
IT is something to face the sun and know you are free. To hold your head in the shafts of ...
Do You Want Affidavits? (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THERE'S a hole in the bottom of the sea. Do you want affidavits? There's a man in the moon with ...
Fire-Logs (Carl Sandburg Poems)
NANCY HANKS dreams by the fire; Dreams, and the logs sputter, And the yellow tongues climb. Red lines lick their ...
Good-night (Carl Sandburg Poems)
MANY ways to spell good night. Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of July spell it with red wheels ...
Hits and Runs (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I REMEMBER the Chillicothe ball players grappling the Rock Island ball players in a sixteen-inning game ended by darkness. And ...
It Is Much (Carl Sandburg Poems)
Women of night life amid the lights Where the line of your full, round throats Matches in gleam the glint ...
Lawyer (Carl Sandburg Poems)
WHEN the jury files in to deliver a verdict after weeks of direct and cross examinations, hot clashes of lawyers ...
Manufactured Gods (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THEY put up big wooden gods. Then they burned the big wooden gods And put up brass gods and Changing ...
My People (Carl Sandburg Poems)
MY people are gray, pigeon gray, dawn gray, storm gray. I call them beautiful, and I wonder where they are ...
On the Way (Carl Sandburg Poems)
LITTLE one, you have been buzzing in the books, Flittering in the newspapers and drinking beer with lawyers And amid ...
Pigeon (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THE FLUTTER of blue pigeon's wings Under a river bridge Hunting a clean dry arch, A corner for a sleep- ...