Carl Sandburg Poems
- 401. Jan Kubelik
Your bow swept over a string, and a long low note
quivered to the air.(A mother of Bohemia sobs over a new child perfect
- 402. Jack
Jack was a swarthy, swaggering son-of-a-gun.
He worked thirty years on the railroad, ten hours a day, and his hands were tougher than sole leather.
- 403. It Is Much
Women of night life amid the lights
Where the line of your full, round throatsMatches in gleam the glint of your eyes
- 404. Iron
Long, steel guns,Pointed from the war ships
- 405. In A Breath
To the Williamson Brothers
- 406. In A Back Alley
Remembrance for a great man is this.
The newsies are pitching pennies.And on the copper disk is the man's face.
- 407. Ice Handler
I know an ice handler who wears a flannel shirt with
pearl buttons the size of a dollar,And he lugs a hundred-pound hunk into a saloon ice-
- 408. I Sang
I sang to you and the moon
But only the moon remembers. I sang
- 409. I Am The People, The Mob
I am the people-the mob-the crowd-the mass.
Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?
- 410. Hydrangeas
Dragoons, I tell you the white hydrangeas
turn rust and go soon.Already mid September a line of brown runs
- 411. Have Me
Have me in the blue and the sun.
Have me on the open sea and the mountains.
- 412. Harrison Street Court
I heard a woman's lips
Speaking to a companionSay these words:
- 413. Happiness
I Asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell
me what is happiness.And I went to famous executives who boss the work of
- 414. Halsted Street Car
Come you, cartoonists,
Hang on a strap with me here At seven o'clock in the morning
- 415. Gypsy
I asked a gypsy pal
To imitate an old imageAnd speak old wisdom.
- 416. Graves
I dreamed one man stood against a thousand,
One man damned as a wrongheaded fool.One year and another he walked the streets,
- 417. Graceland
Tomb of a millionaire,
A multi-millionaire, ladies and gentlemen, Place of the dead where they spend every year
- 418. Government
The Government-I heard about the Government and
I went out to find it. I said I would look closely at it when I saw it.
- 419. Gone
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town.
Far off Everybody loved her.
- 420. Goldwing Moth
A goldwing moth is between the scissors and the ink bottle
on the desk.
- 421. From The Shore
A lone gray bird,
Dim-dipping, far-flying,Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults
- 422. Follies
The blossoms of lilac, And shattered,
- 423. Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
- 424. Flux
Sand of the sea runs red
Where the sunset reaches and quivers.Sand of the sea runs yellow
- 425. Fish Crier
I Know a Jew fish crier down on Maxwell Street with a
voice like a north wind blowing over corn stubble in January.
- 426. Fight
Red drips from my chin where I have been eating.
Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off my mouth.
- 427. Fellow Citizens
I drank musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with
the millionaire manufacturer of Green River butter one night
- 428. Dynamiter
I sat with a dynamiter at supper in a German saloon
eating steak and onions.And he laughed and told stories of his wife and children
- 429. Dunes
What do we see here in the sand dunes of the white
moon alone with our thoughts, Bill,Alone with our dreams, Bill, soft as the women tying
- 430. Dreams In The Dusk
Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the dayAnd with the day's close going back
- 431. Dream Girl
You will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,The tan of the sun will be on your skin,
- 432. Docks
By the teeming docks,I watch the ships put out.
- 433. Cumulatives
Storms have beaten on this point of land
And ships gone to wreck here and the passers-by remember it
- 434. Cripple
Once when I saw a cripple
Gasping slowly his last days with the white plague,Looking from hollow eyes, calling for air,
- 435. Crimson
Crimson is the slow smolder of the cigar end I hold,
Gray is the ash that stiffens and covers all silent the fire.(A great man I know is dead and while he lies in his
- 436. Clark Street Bridge
Dust of the feet
And dust of the wheels,Wagons and people going,
- 437. Choose
The single clenched fist lifted and ready,
Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose:
- 438. Choices
They offer you many things,
I a few.Moonlight on the play of fountains at night
- 439. Child Of The Romans
The dago shovelman sits by the railroad track
Eating a noon meal of bread and bologna. A train whirls by, and men and women at tables
- 440. Child Moon
The child's wonder
At the old moonComes back nightly.
- 441. Child
The young child, Christ, is straight and wise
And asks questions of the old men, questionsFound under running water for all children
- 442. Chicago
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
- 443. Chamfort
There's Chamfort. He's a sample.
Locked himself in his library with a gun,Shot off his nose and shot out his right eye.
- 444. Buttons
I have been watching the war map slammed up for
advertising in front of the newspaper office.Buttons-red and yellow buttons-blue and black buttons-
- 445. Bronzes
- 446. Broadway
I shall never forget you, Broadway
Your golden and calling lights.
- 447. Bricklayer Love
I thought of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer
and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store.
- 448. Bones
Sling me under the sea.
Pack me down in the salt and wet.No farmer's plow shall touch my bones.
- 449. Boes
I waited today for a freight train to pass.
Cattle cars with steers butting their horns against the bars, went by.
- 450. Blacklisted
Why shall I keep the old name?
What is a name anywhere anyway?A name is a cheap thing all fathers and mothers leave
Total 464 poems written by Carl Sandburg
Poem of the day
Dusk In War Time
by Sara Teasdale
A half-hour more and you will lean
To gather me close in the old sweet way-
But oh, to the woman over the sea
Who will come at the close of day?
A half-hour more and I will hear
The key in the latch and the strong, quick tread-
But oh, the woman over the sea
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