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 […]