Poems by Carl Sandburg
Trinity Place
... ats, faces, legs a singing, talking, hustling river down the great street that ends with a Sea ...
Troths
... the memories. Death will break her claws ...
Two
... Alongside a bold dripping poppy is fire and silk ...
Two Items
... dged them when I go to California next summer and see the orange groves splattered with yellow balls ...
Two Neighbors
... letting Death open the door only in slow, short inches ...
Two Strangers Breakfast
... The law says two strangers shall eat breakfast together after nights on the horn of an Arctic moon ...
Under
... Whether you Say "Yes" or "No" ...
Uplands In May
... The great strong hills are humble ...
Upstairs
... I have guns and a drum, a jumping-jack and a magic lantern ...
Valley Song
... It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down ...
Vaudeville Dancer
... ur name and a line of people shaped like a letter S stand at the box office hoping to see you shimmy ...
Village in Late Summer
... Even the clocks half-yawn the hours ...
Wars
... twenties. In the wars to come new silent deaths, new silent hurlers ...
Washerwoman
... Rubbing underwear she sings of the Last Great Washday ...
Weeds
... and the village law uttering a ban on weeds is unchangeable law ...
