Poems begining by C
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Child of the Romans
© Carl Sandburg
THE dago shovelman sits by the railroad track
Eating a noon meal of bread and bologna.
A train whirls by, and men and women at tables
Alive with red roses and yellow jonquils,
Child Moon
© Carl Sandburg
The child's wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
Chicago
© Carl Sandburg
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders;
Chartres
© Edith Wharton
IImmense, august, like some Titanic bloom,
The mighty choir unfolds its lithic core,
Petalled with panes of azure, gules and or,
Splendidly lambent in the Gothic gloom,
Convalescence
© Amy Lowell
From out the dragging vastness of the sea,
Wave-fettered, bound in sinuous, seaweed strands,
He toils toward the rounding beach, and stands
One moment, white and dripping, silently,
Crepuscule du Matin
© Amy Lowell
All night I wrestled with a memory
Which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought.
The crumbled wreck of years behind has wrought
Its disillusion; now I only cry
Clear, with Light, Variable Winds
© Amy Lowell
The fountain bent and straightened itself
In the night wind,
Blowing like a flower.
It gleamed and glittered,
Crowned
© Amy Lowell
You came to me bearing bright roses,
Red like the wine of your heart;
You twisted them into a garland
To set me aside from the mart.
Climbing
© Amy Lowell
High up in the apple tree climbing I go,
With the sky above me, the earth below.
Each branch is the step of a wonderful stair
Which leads to the town I see shining up there.
Come, My Beloved, Hear From Me
© Robert Louis Stevenson
COME, my beloved, hear from me
Tales of the woods or open sea.
Let our aspiring fancy rise
A wren's flight higher toward the skies;
Come, Here Is Adieu To The City
© Robert Louis Stevenson
COME, here is adieu to the city
And hurrah for the country again.
The broad road lies before me
Watered with last night's rain.
Come From The Daisied Meadows
© Robert Louis Stevenson
HOME from the daisied meadows, where you linger yet -
Home, golden-headed playmate, ere the sun is set;
For the dews are falling fast
And the night has come at last.
Conversion
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
When this world's pleasures for my soul sufficed,
Ere my heart's plummet sounded depths of pain,
I call on Reason to control my brain,
And scoffed at that old story of Christ.
Coleur de Rose
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I want more lives in which to love
This world so full of beauty,
I want more days to use the ways
I know of doing duty;
Carlos
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Last night I knelt low at my ladys feet.
One soft, caressing hand played with my hair,
And one I kissed and fondled. Kneeling there,
I deemed my meed of happiness complete.
Completion
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
When I shall meet Gods generous dispensers
Of all the riches in the heavenly store,
Those lesser gods, who act as Recompensers
For loneliness and loss upon this shore,
Contrasts
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I see the tall church steeples,
They reach so far, so far,
But the eyes of my heart see the worlds great mart,
Where the starving people are.
Custer
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
BOOK FIRST.I.ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy.
Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy
To sing of deeds as dauntless and as brave
As e'er lent luster to a warrior's grave.
Contentment
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
If any line that I ever penned,
Or any word I have spoken,
Has comforted heart of foe or friend -
In any way, why my life, I'll say,
Christ Crucified
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Then next I heard the roar of mills; and moving through the noise,
Like phantoms in an underworld, were little girls and boys.
Their backs were bent, their brows were pale, their eyes were sad and old;
But by the labour of their hands greed added gold to gold.
Again the Presence and the Voice: Behold the crimes I see,
As ye have done it unto these, so have ye done to me.
