Poems by Carl Sandburg
North Atlantic
... I have been left alone with the sea and the seas wife, the wind, for my last friends ...
Old Osawatomie
... Room for Gettysburg, Wilderness, Chickamauga, ...
Old Timers
... I trimmed the feet of a white horse Bonaparte swept the night stars with ...
Old Woman
... Only an old woman, bloated, disheveled and bleared ...
Old-fashioned Requited Love
... Orthe iceman with his iron tongs gripping a clear cube in summer sunlightmaybe he will know ...
Omaha
... Nebraska across the yellow, big-hoofed Missouri River ...
On The Breakwater
... green, And two on the breakwater keep their silence, she on his ...
On the Way
... restless surge Of the lake waves on the breakwater breaks with an ever ...
Ossawatomie
... s, my people are young and strong, my people must learn, my people are terrible workers and fighters ...
Out of White Lips
... d of a free man on a piece of land his own or is it the red of a sheep slit in the throat for mutton ...
Palladiums
... IN the newspaper officewho are the spooks ...
Pals
... And the dead hold under their tongues ...
Panels
... w long ago the knee drifts here and a blizzard howling at the knot holes, whistling winter war drums ...
Passers-By
... Passers-by, I remember lean ones among you, ...
Paula
... Your shoulder brushes my arma south-west wind crosses the pier ...
