Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Frag2
Tall as a guardsman, pale as the east at dawn,Who strides in strange apparel on the lawn?Rails for his breakfast? routs his vassals out(Like boys..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Frag1
About my fields, in the broad sunAnd blaze of noon, there goeth one,Barefoot and robed in blue, to scanWith the hard eye of the husbandmanMy harvests..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Foreign Lands
Up into the cherry treeWho should climb but little me?I held the trunk with both my handsAnd looked abroad in foreign lands.I saw the next door..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Foreign Children
Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow,Little frosty Eskimo,Little Turk or Japanee,Oh! don't you wish that you were me?You have seen the scarlet treesAnd the..
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Young Sea
The sea is never still.It pounds on the shoreRestless as a young heart,Hunting.The sea speaksAnd only the stormy heartsKnow what it says:It is the..
© Carl Sandburg
Young Bullfrogs
Jimmy Wimbleton listened a first week in June.Ditches along prairie roads of Northern IllinoisFilled the arch of night with young bullfrog..
© Carl Sandburg
Yes , The Dead Speak To Us
Yes, the Dead speak to us.This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness.Back of the clamps on a fireproof door they hold the..
© Carl Sandburg
Working Girls
The working girls in the morning are going to work--long lines of them afoot amid the downtown storesand factories, thousands with little..
© Carl Sandburg
Work Gangs
Box cars run by a mile long.And I wonder what they say to each otherWhen they stop a mile long on a sidetrack.Maybe their chatter goes:I came from..
© Carl Sandburg
Women Washing Their Hair
They have painted and sungthe women washing their hair,and the plaits and strands in the sun,and the golden combsand the combs of elephant tusksand..
© Carl Sandburg
Woman With A Past
There was a woman tore off a red velvet gownAnd slashed the white skin of her right shoulderAnd a crimson zigzag wrote a finger nail hurry.There was..
© Carl Sandburg
Wistful
WISHES left on your lipsThe mark of their wings.Regrets fly kites in your eyes.
© Carl Sandburg
Winter Milk
THE MILK drops on your chin, Helga,Must not interfere with the cranberry red of your cheeksNor the sky winter blue of your eyes.Let your mammy keep..
© Carl Sandburg
Window
Night from a railroad car windowIs a great, dark, soft thingBroken across with slashes of light.
© Carl Sandburg
Windflower Leaf
This flower is repeatedout of old winds, out ofold times.The wind repeats these, itmust have these, over andover again.Oh, windflowers so fresh,Oh..
© Carl Sandburg
Wind Song
LONG ago I learned how to sleep,In an old apple orchard where the wind swept by counting its money andthrowing it away,In a wind-gaunt orchard where..
© Carl Sandburg
Wilderness
THERE is a wolf in me ... fangs pointed for tearing gashes ... a red tongue for rawmeat ... and the hot lapping of blood-I keep this wolf because the..
© Carl Sandburg
Who Am I?
My head knocks against the stars.My feet are on the hilltops.My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores ofuniversal life.Down in the sounding foam..
© Carl Sandburg
Whitelight
Your whitelight flashes the frost to-nightMoon of the purple and silent west.Remember me one of your lovers of dreams.
© Carl Sandburg
White Shoulders
Your white shouldersI rememberAnd your shrug of laughter.Low laughterShaken slowFrom your white shoulders.
© Carl Sandburg
White Hands
FOR the second time in a year this lady with the white hands is brought to thewest room second floor of a famous sanatorium.Her husband is a cornice..
© Carl Sandburg
White Ash
THERE is a woman on Michigan Boulevard keeps a parrot and goldfish and twowhite mice.She used to keep a houseful of girls in kimonos and three..
© Carl Sandburg
Whirls
NEITHER rose leaves gathered in a jar-respectably in Boston-these-nor drops ofChrist blood for a chalice-decently in Philadelphia or..
© Carl Sandburg
Whiffletree
GIVE me your anathema.Speak new damnations on my head.The evening mist in the hills is soft.The boulders on the road say communion.The farm dogs look..
© Carl Sandburg
Weeds
FROM the time of the early radishesTo the time of the standing cornSleepy Henry Hackerman hoes.There are laws in the village against weeds.The law..
© Carl Sandburg