Poems by Carl Sandburg
Fire-Logs
... Red lines lick their way in flickers ...
Five Cent Balloons
... PIETRO has twenty red and blue balloons on a string ...
Five Towns on the B. & O.
... sy shadows almost the hills shaking all crooning: By God, were going to find out or know why ...
Flanders
... On a land of salt grass and dunes, sand-swept with a sea-breath on it: ...
Flat Lands
... y Terms run letters painted on a boardand the stars wheel onward, the frogs sob this April night ...
Flux
... Where the sunset reaches and quivers ...
Flying Fish
... ild of air, fin thing and wing thing I have lived in many half worlds myself and so I know you ...
Fog Portrait
... a taffrail and a womans steel face looking looking ...
Follies
... And broken walls of ruin and story, ...
Galoots
... llions, snousle and snicker on, plug your exhausts, hunt your snacks of fat and lean, grab off yours ...
Garden Wireless
... ssion kisses, a nuns mouth of sweet thinking, here topping a straight line of green, a pillar stem ...
Gargoyle
... A fist hit the mouth: knuckles of gun-metal driven by an electric wrist and shoulder ...
Girl in a Cage
... To the click of a tube the dollars tumble ...
Glimmer
... Cross your legs and sit before the looking-glass ...
Goldwing Moth
... it is the gold of illuminated initials in manuscripts of the medieval monks ...
