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Musings of a Police Reporter in the Identification BureauYOU have loved forty women, but you have only one thumb.
You have led a hundred secret lives, but you mark only
one thumb.
You go round the world and fight in a thousand wars and

People With Proud Chins

© Carl Sandburg

I TELL them where the wind comes from,
Where the music goes when the fiddle is in the box.

KidsI saw one with a proud chin, a sleepyhead,

People Who Must

© Carl Sandburg

I PAINTED on the roof of a skyscraper.
I painted a long while and called it a days work.
The people on a corner swarmed and the traffic cops whistle never let up all afternoon.
They were the same as bugs, many bugs on their way

Pennsylvania

© Carl Sandburg

I HAVE been in Pennsylvania,
In the Monongahela and the Hocking Valleys.

In the blue Susquehanna

Pencils

© Carl Sandburg

PENCILS
telling where the wind comes from
open a story.

Pearl Fog

© Carl Sandburg

Open the door now.
Go roll up the collar of your coat
To walk in the changing scarf of mist.

Peach Blossoms

© Carl Sandburg

WHAT cry of peach blossoms
let loose on the air today
I heard with my face thrown
in the pink-white of it all?

Paula

© Carl Sandburg

NOTHING else in this songonly your face.
Nothing else hereonly your drinking, night-gray eyes.

The pier runs into the lake straight as a rifle barrel.

Passers-By

© Carl Sandburg

Yes,
Written on
Your mouths
And your throats
I read them
When you passed by.

Panels

© Carl Sandburg

THE WEST window is a panel of marching onions.
Five new lilacs nod to the wind and fence boards.
The rain dry fence boards, the stained knot holes, heliograph a peace.
(How long ago the knee drifts here and a blizzard howling at the knot holes, whistling winter war drums?)

Pals

© Carl Sandburg

Take a hold now
On the silver handles here,
Six silver handles,
One for each of his old pals.

Palladiums

© Carl Sandburg

IN the newspaper officewho are the spooks?
Who wears the mythic coat invisible?

Who pussyfoots from desk to desk

Prayers of Steel

© Carl Sandburg

LAY me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar.
Let me pry loose old walls.
Let me lift and loosen old foundations.

Pods

© Carl Sandburg

PEA pods cling to stems.
Neponset, the village,
Clings to the Burlington railway main line.
Terrible midnight limiteds roar through

Picnic Boat

SUNDAY night and the park policemen tell each other it
is dark as a stack of black cats on Lake Michigan.
A big picnic boat comes home to Chicago from the peach
farms of Saugatuck.

Psalm of Those Who Go Forth Before Daylight

THE POLICEMAN buys shoes slow and careful;
the teamster buys gloves slow and careful;
they take care of their feet and hands;
they live on their feet and hands.

Pickthorn Manor

© Amy Lowell

I
How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A
steely silver, underlined with blue,
And flashing where the round clouds, blown away, Let drop the

Patience

© Amy Lowell

Be patient with you?
When the stooping sky
Leans down upon the hills
And tenderly, as one who soothing stills

Patterns

© Amy Lowell

I walk down the garden paths,
And all the daffodils
Are blowing, and the bright blue squills.
I walk down the patterned garden-paths

Petals

© Amy Lowell

Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,

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