Poems by Carl Sandburg
Docks
... View the wide, far-lifting wilderness ...
Dogheads
... He loved the straight eyes of dogs and the strong heads of men ...
Dreams in the dusk
... To the gray things, the dark things, ...
Drumnotes
... Jack London, Jim Riley, Verhaeren, riders to the republic of dreams ...
Dunes
... Piled against the sky-line taking shapes like the hand of ...
Dusty Doors
... There must be dreams on the way now ...
Dynamiter
... a rain storm. His name was in many newspapers as an enemy of the ...
Early Moon
... ways come back when the silver foxes sit around the early moon, a silver papoose, in the Indian west ...
Eleventh Avenue Racket
... nheims bought a brass bed: Lena Hart giggled at a jackie: a pushcart man called tomaytoes, tomaytoes ...
Evening Waterfall
... Feathers and people in the crotch of a treetop ...
Falltime
... , the birds, crying down on the north wind in September, acres of birds spotting the air going south ...
Far Rockaway Night till Morning
... Who has loved the fog moon night last night more than I have ...
Fellow Citizens
... one night And his face had the shining light of an old-time Quaker, ...
Films
... d ones and the blue, the long ones in stripes, and each of the little black and white checkered ones ...
Fire Dreams
... I and my love-child stand up together to-day and sing: Thanks, O God ...
