Poems by Carl Sandburg
In Tall Grass
... e sheen of moon over the bones and under the hanging honeycomb the bees come home and the bees sleep ...
In the Shadow of the Palace
... John, let us roll up our raincoat collars and go on the streets where men are sneering at the kings ...
Interior
... Or for them In the cool of the night time ...
It Is Much
... It is much to be warm and sure of to-morrow ...
Jabberers
... lf our syllabic pronunciamentos empty by the way rockets of fire curve and are gone on the night sky ...
Jack
... He worked thirty years on the railroad, ten hours a day, ...
Jack London and O. Henry
... a beer glass in the left hand and the right hand employed for gestures ...
Jaws
... "O Hell!" The jaws of death began clicking and they go on clicking ...
John Ericsson Day Memorial, 1918
... flame-won poppyour hands touch the red bar of a flag for the sake of those who gaveand gave all ...
Joliet
... Claws of an avalanche loosed here ...
Jug
... he potters wheel slings them out and the fires harden them hours and hours thousands and thousands ...
June
... Two petals of crabapple blossom blow fallen in Paula's ...
Jungheimer's
... And the painting of a woman half-dressed thrown reckless ...
Just Before April Came
... Frogs plutter and squdgeand frogs beat the air with a recurring thin steel sliver of melody ...
Killers
... Some of them long sleepers for always,Some of them tumbling to sleep to-morrow for always, ...
