Poems by Carl Sandburg
Mohammed Bek Hadjetlache
... a wish, I ride horses for the moving pictures in America, $500,000, and you get ten per cent ...
Momus
... women Swarming always in a drift of millions to the dust of toil, ...
Monosyllabic
... To-day, let me be monosyllabic a crony of old men ...
Moonset
... LEAVES of poplars pick Japanese prints against the west ...
Muckers
... Their boots out of suckholes where they slosh ...
Murmurings in a field hospital
... . . Or an old man I remember sitting with children telling stories ...
My People
... pigeon gray, dawn gray, storm gray ...
Near Keokuk
... Sloshing their bare feet in a cool flow of clear water ...
Neighbors
... And the new embankments of the Erie Railroad ...
Never Born
... How can we turn the clock back now ...
New Farm Tractor
... les on the steering wheelits good-by now to leather reins and the songs of the old mule skinners ...
New Feet
... And a nodding Canada thistle flings a purple ...
Night MovementNew York
... In the night, when the trains and wagons start from a long way off ...
Night Stuff
... art the same as a lonely woman, a lovely woman, in a silver dress, in a circus riders silver dress ...
Nocturne In A Deserted Brickyard
... Make a wide dreaming pansy of an old pond in the night ...
