Poems by Carl Sandburg
Clocks
... actress rides with her to hotels and is under her pillow in a sleeping-car between one-night stands ...
Cool Tombs
... the lovers are losers tell me if any get more than the lovers in the dust in the cool tombs ...
Corn Hut Talk
... In the faces marching in the firelog flickers, ...
Crabapple Blossoms
... m dream in the morning sun, late in the morning, long after the morning papers and the milk wagons ...
Crapshooters
... s Luck: Luck is God: we are all bones the High Thrower rolled: some are two spots, some double sixes ...
Crimson
... Gray is the ash that stiffens and covers all silent the fire ...
Crimson Changes People
... Did I see your hand make a useless gesture ...
Crimson Rambler
... to keep strong hands and strong hearts ...
Cripple
... Gasping slowly his last days with the white plague, ...
Crucible
... tom is a dark throat of SKY crossed by quarreling forks of umber and ochre and yellow changing FACES ...
Cumulatives
... A hundred stories have been published and a thousand rumored ...
Curse of a Rich Polish Peasant on His Sister Who Ran Away With a Wild Man
... , because she called neither on me, her brother, nor on her father, before leaving for those forests ...
Dan
... Browns of hazel nut, mahogany, rosewood, played off against each other on his paws and head ...
Dancer
... he lady in red sox and red hat, ankles of willow, crimson arrow amidst the Spanish clashes of music, ...
Do You Want Affidavits?
... d the great wishing windowsand the law says we are free to be wishing all this week at the windows ...
