Poems by Carl Sandburg
Grass
... Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor: ...
Ready to Kill
... on him. I want to smash the whole thing into a pile of junk to be ...
Chicago
... Laughing! Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked, ...
Happiness
... I ASKED the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell ...
The Junk Man
... his wagon Up to the house and puts his arms around the clock and ...
Jazz Fantasia
... o the high soft stars a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills go to it, O jazzmen ...
Skyscraper
... the way to it?)Elevators slide on their cables and tubes catch letters and ...
The Harbor
... Long lake waves breaking under the sun ...
Bones
... Long, green-eyed scavengers shall pick my eyes, ...
Hate
... g tumbling Id give you the shirt off my back And Ill kill you if my head goes wrong ...
I Am The People, The Mob
... And I forget. Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red ...
Joy
... Under the ribs With a terrible love ...
Lost
... Where fog trails and mist creeps, ...
The Road and the End
... That go where wind and ranks of thunder ...
Alley Rats
... o of them croaked on the same day at a necktie party if we employ the metaphors of their lips ...
