Poems by Carl Sandburg
Kin
... Hold you close, wrap you in circles, ...
Knucks
... Mister Fischman is for Abe and the malice to none stuff, ...
Last Answers
... And change the drab shanties with lighted lamps at evening ...
Laughing Corn
... The siding is white and a green blind is slung loose ...
Lawyer
... monumental patience, speaking with mythic Atlas shoulders of many preposterous, unjust circumstances ...
Leather Leggings
... from Jerusalem to Tokyo is a reckoned span ...
Legends
... ronze drinking fountain named after one who participated in the war vicariously and bought ten farms ...
Let Love Go On
... are measured out with a measuring glass, so many apiece to gamble with, to use and spend and reckon ...
Letters To Dead Imagists
... STEVIE CRANE: War is kind and we never knew the kindness of war till ...
Limited
... of the nation. Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze and dark air ...
Loam
... We rise: To shape of rose leaf, ...
Localities
... And there was a brown mash dry on the inside of their hands ...
Loin Cloth
... Speaks an interspersal in the days work, ...
Losers
... I could ask people to throw ashes on their heads ...
Losses
... We will hold Only the shadows ...
