Poems by Carl Sandburg
The Lawyers Know Too Much
... The lawyerstell me why a hearse horse snickers hauling a lawyers bones ...
The Mist
... The voiceless, baffled, patient Sphinx ...
The Shovel Man
... ON the street Slung on his shoulder is a handle half way across, ...
Waiting
... And I will listen as the veering winds kiss me and fold me ...
Who am I?
... I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God ...
A Fence
... As a fence, it is a masterpiece, and will shut off the rabble ...
A Sphinx
... never talking. Not one croak of anything you know has come from your ...
Accomplished Facts
... Napoleon too, in a last testament, mentioned a silver ...
Autumn Movement
... ul things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts ...
Aztec Mask
... A cry out of storm and dark, a red yell and a purple prayer, ...
Bath
... Only there was a singing fire and a climb of roses everlastingly ...
Blacklisted
... A name is a cheap thing all fathers and mothers leave ...
Blue Ridge
... So it goes: either the early morning lights are lovely or the early morning star ...
Buffalo Dusk
... prairie sod into dust with their hoofs, their great heads down pawing on in a great pageant of dusk, ...
Chicago Poet
... He crumpled the skin on his forehead, ...
