Poems by Carl Sandburg
Work Gangs
... h, the secret of sleep is left us, sleep belongs to all, sleep is the first and last and best of all ...
Boes
... bars, went by. And a half a dozen hoboes stood on bumpers between ...
A Coin
... You are the two that fade away together, ...
A Million Young Workmen, 1915
... amed a million ghosts of the young workmen rose in their shirts all soaked in crimson and yelled: ...
A Tall Man
... in his left wrist run with the right wrist wisdom of the many and the left wrist wisdom of the many ...
A Teamster's Farewell
... Sobs En Route to a PenitentiaryGOOD-BY now to the streets and the clash of wheels and ...
A. E. F.
... A spider will make a silver string nest in the darkest, warmest corner of it ...
Adelaide Crapsey
... knees, and her head held there listening to the sea, the great naked sea shouldering a load of salt ...
Alix
... d stand and the crowd of thousands are one pair of legs and one voice standing up and yelling hurrah ...
All Day Long
... Curls of brown were slipping underneath his cap, ...
Always the Mob
... at, you my brotherI die for you and I kill youIt is a twisted and gnarled thing, a crimson wool: ...
Among the Red Guns
... After waking at dawn one morning when the wind sang ...
An Electric Sign Goes Dark
... in pine and tamarack of the Northwest, stock ranchers in the middle west, mayors of southern cities ...
And They Obey
... and homes Into loose piles of stone and lumber and black ...
And This Will be All?
... st and the wind will play around the rusty door hinges and the songs of October moan, Why-oh, why-oh ...
