Poems by Carl Sandburg
Slants at Buffalo, New York
... A FOREFINGER of stone, dreamed by a sculptor, points to the sky ...
Sleepyheads
... an eyelid twitches, the milk in the belly bubbles and gets to be blood and a left hand and an eyelid ...
Slippery
... Give her a nickname: Slippery ...
Smoke
... en where cows are killed off amid hoarse barbecues vanish like finger-rings of smoke in a north wind ...
Smoke and Steel
... arlet autocrats tumbling from the humps of camels, assassinated czars straddling vermillion balloons ...
Smoke Rose Gold
... Night takes the dome and the river, the sun and the smoke rose gold, ...
Snow
... emptyus for the smoke valleyssneeze and shiver and croak, you dopesthe government says: No, no ...
Soiled Dove
... doctors. Now she drives a long, underslung motor car all by herself, ...
Southern Pacific
... Huntington dreams of ten thousand men saying: Yes, sir ...
Spanish
... Fasten your black eyes in my gray with the spear of a storm ...
Stars, Songs, Faces
... Loosen your hands, let go and say good-by ...
Statistics
... " And Napoleon turned to his sleep: ...
Street Window
... Scarf pins and shoe buckles, jeweled garters, ...
Streets Too Old
... look at me, throw the bronze of me to a fierce fire and make me into neckchains for dancing children ...
Stripes
... n day department store furious crazy-work of many hands slipping in and out of gloves lonesome ...
