Poems by Carl Sandburg
Choices
... I a few. Moonlight on the play of fountains at night ...
Choose
... Or the open asking hand held out and waiting ...
Death Snips Proud Men
... ’ll drop in—and then one day he comes with a master-key and lets himself in and says: WeÂ’ll go now ...
Fight
... Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off my mouth ...
Finish
... Sing John BrownÂ’s Body or Shout All Over GodÂ’s Heaven ...
Fire Pages
... I will look in the fire and tell you from the gray lashes ...
Fish Crier
... in January. He dangles herring before prospective customers evincing ...
Flash Crimson
... d none of the pounding rains that beat the dust, know how to touch or find the flash of this crimson ...
For You
... Yes, the peace of great phantoms be for you, ...
Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind
... And the only listeners now are Â… the rats Â… and the lizards ...
From The Shore
... Where fogs are at battle, sky-driven, sea-blown, ...
Halsted Street Car
... Try with your pencils for these crooked faces, ...
Have Me
... This is where I came from—the chlorine and the salt are blood and bones ...
His Own Face Hidden
... HOKUSAIÂ’S portrait of himself ...
Home Fires
... et Â… faces Â… coffee spots Â… children kicking at the night stars with bare toes from bare buttocks ...
