Poems by Carl Sandburg
Home Thoughts
... now hours empty as a beggars tin cup on a rainy day, empty as a soldiers sleeve with an arm lost ...
Jan Kubelik
... and wild. (All the girls in Bohemia are laughing on a Sunday afternoon ...
Kreisler
... Sell me a fiddle that has kissed dark nights on the forehead where men kiss sisters they love ...
Laughing Blue Steel
... Beaten, hammered, laughing blue steel to each othermaybe ...
Letter S
... Knows what the sunset is pouring on the river here ...
Long Guns
... And there was no land for a man, no land for a country, ...
Mag
... each other Always and always long as the sun and the rain lasts anywhere ...
Monotone
... The sun on the hills is beautiful, ...
Nights Nothings Again
... at money can never buy: all other lovers change: all others go away and come back and go away again: ...
Onion Days
... and molasses. I listen to fellows saying here's good stuff for a novel or ...
Picnic Boat
... Running along the deck railings are festoons and leaping ...
Pods
... And Neponset trembles slightly in its sleep ...
Prayers of Steel
... Let me be the great nail holding a skyscraper through blue nights into white stars ...
Red-headed Restaurant Cashier
... girl and some day maybe he will look into your eyes for a restaurant cashier and find a lover, maybe ...
Salvage
... Guns on the battle lines have pounded a year now between ...
