Poems by Carl Sandburg
Hope Is A Tattered Flag
... The birds who go on singing to their mates in peace, war, peace, ...
Jerry
... beer Blowing from him and jumbled talk that didn't mean anything ...
California City Landscape
... There in the morning sun, the big people and the baby-faces ...
Plowboy
... A plowboy and two horses lined against the gray, ...
Windflower Leaf
... The wind keeps, the windflowers ...
A Million Young Work Men
... amed a million ghosts of the young workmen rose in their shirts all soaked in crimson and yelled: ...
Hell On The Wabash
... variations. They asked him the name of the piece calling ...
And So To-Day
... He mentioned ten million men, mentioned them as having gone west, ...
Upstream
... The strong mothers pulling them from a dark sea, a great prairie, a ...
Elephants Are Different To Different People
... " Snack looked up and down and at last said to himself, "He's a tough ...
Nigger
... Crazy as the sun and dew and dripping, heaving life ...
Arithmetic
... head. Arithmetic tells you how many you lose or win if you know how ...
The People, Yes
... Which of the faiths and illusions of mankind ...
A Father To His Son
... Let him have lazy days seeking his deeper motives ...
Five Towns on the B. and O
... shadows … almost the hills shaking … all crooning: By God, we’re going to find out or know why ...
