Real Estate News (Carl Sandburg Poems)
ARMOUR AVENUE was the name of this street and door signs on empty houses read "The Silver Dollar," "Swede Annie" ...
ARMOUR AVENUE was the name of this street and door signs on empty houses read "The Silver Dollar," "Swede Annie" ...
ONE man killed another. The saying between them had been "I'd give you the shirt off my back." The killer ...
GUNS, Long, steel guns, Pointed from the war ships In the name of the war god. Straight, shining, polished guns, ...
A MAN saw the whole world as a grinning skull and cross-bones. The rose flesh of life shriveled from all ...
COME you, cartoonists, Hang on a strap with me here At seven o'clock in the morning On a Halsted street ...
LAY me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar. Let me pry loose old ...
THERE is a wolf in me . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . a red tongue for raw meat . ...
AND this will be all? And the gates will never open again? And the dust and the wind will play ...
BILBEA, I was in Babylon on Saturday night. I saw nothing of you anywhere. I was at the old place ...
BECAUSE I have called to you as the flame flamingo calls, or the want of a spotted hawk is called- ...
WRITE your wishes on the door and come in. Stand outside in the pools of the harvest moon. Bring in ...
DAYS of the dead men, Danny. Drum for the dead, drum on your remembering heart. Jaurès, a great love-heart of ...
FLAT lands on the end of town where real estate men are crying new subdivisions, The sunsets pour blood and ...
GRIEG being dead we may speak of him and his art. Grieg being dead we can talk about whether he ...
TWO Swede families live downstairs and an Irish policeman upstairs, and an old soldier, Uncle Joe. Two Swede boys go ...
SEVEN nations stood with their hands on the jaws of death. It was the first week in August, Nineteen Hundred ...
EMILY DICKINSON: You gave us the bumble bee who has a soul, The everlasting traveler among the hollyhocks, And how ...
AMONG the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and red crag and was amazed; On the beach where the ...
The rear axles hold the kick of twenty Missouri jackasses. It is in the records of the patent office and ...
Take a hold now On the silver handles here, Six silver handles, One for each of his old pals. Take ...
OUT of the fire Came a man sunken To less than cinders, A tea-cup of ashes or so. And I, ...
FOR a woman's face remembered as a spot of quick light on the flat land of dark night, For this ...
I AM the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass. Do you know that all the great work of the world is done ...
THERE are no handles upon a language Whereby men take hold of it And mark it with signs for its ...
WHY shall I keep the old name? What is a name anywhere anyway? A name is a cheap thing all ...
HAVE me in the blue and the sun. Have me on the open sea and the mountains. When I go ...
SHAKE back your hair, O red-headed girl. Let go your laughter and keep your two proud freckles on your chin. ...
LONG ago I learned how to sleep, In an old apple orchard where the wind swept by counting its money ...
CROSS the hands over the breast here--so. Straighten the legs a little more--so. And call for the wagon to come ...
I DON'T blame the kettle drums-they are hungry. And the snare drums-I know what they want-they are empty too. And ...
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