Poems begining by C
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Clean Hands
© Carl Sandburg
IT is something to face the sun and know you are free.
To hold your head in the shafts of daylight slanting the earth
And know your heart has kept a promise and the blood runs clean:
It is something.
Clean Curtains
© Carl Sandburg
NEW neighbors came to the corner house at Congress and Green streets.
The look of their clean white curtains was the same as the rim of a nuns bonnet.
Clark Street Bridge
© Carl Sandburg
DUST of the feet
And dust of the wheels,
Wagons and people going,
All day feet and wheels.
Circles of Doors
© Carl Sandburg
I LOVE him, I love him, ran the patter of her lips
And she formed his name on her tongue and sang
And she sent him word she loved him so much,
So much, and death was nothing; work, art, home,
Chords
© Carl Sandburg
IN the morning, a Sunday morning, shadows of sea and adumbrants of rock in her eyes
horseback in leather boots and leather gauntlets by the sea.
In the evening, a Sunday evening, a rope of pearls on her white shoulders
and a speaking, brooding black velvet, relapsing to the voiceless
battering Russian marches on a piano
drive of blizzards across Nebraska.
Yes, riding horseback on hills by the sea
sitting at the ivory keys in black velvet, a rope of pearls on white shoulders.
Child Margaret
© Carl Sandburg
THE CHILD Margaret begins to write numbers on a Saturday morning, the first numbers formed under her wishing child fingers.
All the numbers come well-born, shaped in figures assertive for a frieze in a childs room.
Both 1 and 7 are straightforward, military, filled with lunge and attack, erect in shoulder-straps.
The 6 and 9 salute as dancing sisters, elder and younger, and 2 is a trapeze actor swinging to handclaps.
Child
© Carl Sandburg
The young child, Christ, is straight and wise
And asks questions of the old men, questions
Found under running water for all children
And found under shadows thrown on still waters
Chicks
© Carl Sandburg
THE CHICK in the egg picks at the shell, cracks open one oval world, and enters another oval world.
Cheep
cheep
cheep is the salutation of the newcomer, the emigrant, the casual at the gates of the new world.
Chasers
© Carl Sandburg
THE SEA at its worst drives a white foam up,
The same sea sometimes so easy and rocking with green mirrors.
So you were there when the white foam was up
And the salt spatter and the rack and the dulse
Chamfort
© Carl Sandburg
THERE'S Chamfort. He's a sample.
Locked himself in his library with a gun,
Shot off his nose and shot out his right eye.
And this Chamfort knew how to write
Cartoon
© Carl Sandburg
I AM making a Cartoon of a Woman. She is the People.
She is the Great Dirty Mother.
And Many Children hang on her Apron, crawl at her
Feet, snuggle at her Breasts.
Carlovingian Dreams
© Carl Sandburg
COUNT these reminiscences like money.
The Greeks had their picnics under another name.
The Romans wore glad rags and told their neighbors, What of it?
The Carlovingians hauling logs on carts, they too
Calls
© Carl Sandburg
BECAUSE I have called to you
as the flame flamingo calls,
or the want of a spotted hawk
is called
Cahoots
© Carl Sandburg
PLAY it across the table.
What if we steal this city blind?
If they want any thing let em nail it down.
Caboose Thoughts
© Carl Sandburg
ITS going to come out all rightdo you know?
The sun, the birds, the grassthey know.
They get alongand well get along.
Choose
© Carl Sandburg
THE single clenched fist lifted and ready,
Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.
Choose:
For we meet by one or the other.
Choices
© Carl Sandburg
They offer you many things,
I a few.
Moonlight on the play of fountains at night
With water sparkling a drowsy monotone,
Chicago Poet
© Carl Sandburg
I SALUTED a nobody.
I saw him in a looking-glass.
He smiledso did I.
He crumpled the skin on his forehead,
Cups of Coffee
© Carl Sandburg
THE HAGGARD woman with a hacking cough and a deathless love whispers of white
flowers
in your poem you pour like a cup of coffee, Gabriel.
The slim girl whose voice was lost in the waves of flesh piled on her bones
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