Poems by Carl Sandburg
Cahoots
... Nothin ever sticks to my fingers, nah, nah, nothin like that, ...
Calls
... because the cry here is wing to wing ...
Carlovingian Dreams
... great bad manners of the Carlovingians breaking fresh eggs in the copper pans of their proud uncles ...
Cartoon
... And Many Children hang on her Apron, crawl at her ...
Chamfort
... Well, he wore bandages over his nose and right eye, ...
Chasers
... Was there anything else to answer than, Hai, hai, hai, ...
Chicks
... In the academies many books, at the circus many sacks of peanuts, at the club rooms many cigar butts ...
Child
... And the old men answer nothing and only know love ...
Child Margaret
... 6 and 9 salute as dancing sisters, elder and younger, and 2 is a trapeze actor swinging to handclaps ...
Chords
... n hills by the sea sitting at the ivory keys in black velvet, a rope of pearls on white shoulders ...
Circles of Doors
... Doors behind, or chittering h-st, h-st, among corners ...
Clark Street Bridge
... . . . . . Voices of broken hearts, ...
Clean Curtains
... ix the little mother, the new neighbors, battled and then took away the white prayers in the windows ...
Clean Hands
... and the dark, ready for life and the fight, the pay and the memoriesO the men proud of their hands ...
Clinton South of Polk
... And I could sleep to their musical threats and accusations ...
