Author: Carl Sandburg

THIN sheets of blue smoke among white slabs… near the shingle mill… winter morning. Falling of a dry leaf might […]

PILE the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work- I am the grass; I […]

FASTEN black eyes on me. I ask nothing of you under the peach trees, Fasten your black eyes in my […]

YOUR western heads here cast on money, You are the two that fade away together, Partners in the mist. Lunging […]

CLOWNS DYINGFIVE circus clowns dying this year, morning newspapers told their lives, how each one horizontal in a last gesture […]

THE KNEES of this proud woman Are bone. The elbows of this proud woman Are bone. The summer-white stars and […]

NEITHER rose leaves gathered in a jar-respectably in Boston-these-nor drops of Christ blood for a chalice-decently in Philadelphia or Baltimore. […]

I AM riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains Of the nation. Hurtling across the prairie into […]

THREE tailors of Tooley Street wrote: We, the People. The names are forgotten. It is a joke in ghosts. Cutters […]

INTO the blue river hills The red sun runners go And the long sand changes And to-day is a goner […]

ONE by one lights of a skyscraper fling their checkering cross work on the velvet gown of night. I believe […]

You have spoken the answer. A child searches far sometimes Into the red dust On a dark rose leaf And […]

Women of night life amid the lights Where the line of your full, round throats Matches in gleam the glint […]

NEW-MOWN hay smell and wind of the plain made her A woman whose ribs had the power of the hills […]

DUST of the feet And dust of the wheels, Wagons and people going, All day feet and wheels. Now. . […]