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").

Memoir Of A Proud Boy

HE lived on the wings of storm.The ashes are in Chihuahua.Out of Ludlow and coal towns in ColoradoSprang a vengeance of Slav miners, Italians, Scots..

© Carl Sandburg

Medallion

The brass medallion profile of your face I keep always.It is not jingling with loose change in my pockets.It is not stuck up in a show place on the..

© Carl Sandburg

Maybe

Maybe he believes me, maybe not.Maybe I can marry him, maybe not.Maybe the wind on the prairie,The wind on the sea, maybe,Somebody, somewhere, maybe..

© Carl Sandburg

Masses

Among the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and red crag and wasamazed;On the beach where the long push under the endless tide maneuvers, I..

© Carl Sandburg

Mask

Fling your red scarf faster and faster, dancer.It is summer and the sun loves a million green leaves, masses of green.Your red scarf flashes across..

© Carl Sandburg

Mascots

I WILL keep you and bring hands to hold you against a great hunger.I will run a spear in you for a great gladness to die with.I will stab you between..

© Carl Sandburg

Margaret

Many birds and the beating of wingsMake a flinging reckless humIn the early morning at the rocksAbove the blue poolWhere the gray shadows swim..

© Carl Sandburg

Manufactured Gods

THEY put up big wooden gods.Then they burned the big wooden godsAnd put up brass gods andChanging their minds suddenlyKnocked down the brass gods and..

© Carl Sandburg

Manual System

Mary has a thingamajig clamped on her earsAnd sits all day taking plugs out and sticking plugs in.Flashes and flashes--voies and voicescalling for..

© Carl Sandburg

Manitoba Childe Roland

LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shinglesover our house and whistling a wolf song under theeaves.I sat in a leather rocker and read to a..

© Carl Sandburg

Man, The Man-Hunter

I SAW Man, the man-hunter,Hunting with a torch in one handAnd a kerosene can in the other,Hunting with guns, ropes, shackles.I listenedAnd the high..

© Carl Sandburg

Mamie

MAMIE beat her head against the bars of a little Indianatown and dreamed of romance and big things offsomewhere the way the railroad trains all..

© Carl Sandburg

Mag

I wish to God I never saw you, Mag.I wish you never quit your job and came along with me.I wish we never bought a license and a white dressFor you to..

© Carl Sandburg

Love Beyond Keeping

She had a boxwith a million red bandanas for him.She gave them to himone by one or by thousands,saying then she had not enough for him.She had..

© Carl Sandburg

Lost

Desolate and loneAll night long on the lakeWhere fog trails and mist creeps,The whistle of a boatCalls and cries unendingly,Like some lost childIn..

© Carl Sandburg

Losses

I have loveAnd a child,A banjoAnd shadows.(Losses of God,All will goAnd one dayWe will holdOnly the shadows.)

© Carl Sandburg

Losers

IF I should pass the tomb of JonahI would stop there and sit for awhile;Because I was swallowed one time deep in the darkAnd came out alive after..

© Carl Sandburg

Long Guns

THEN came, Oscar, the time of the guns.And there was no land for a man, no land for a country,Unless guns sprang upAnd spoke their language.The how..

© Carl Sandburg

Loin Cloth

BODY of Jesus taken down from the crossCarved in ivory by a lover of Christ,It is a child's handful you are here,The breadth of a man's finger,And..

© Carl Sandburg

Localities

Wagon wheel gap is a place I never sawAnd Red Horse Gulch and the chutes of Cripple Creek.Red-shirted miners picking in the sluices,Gamblers with red..

© Carl Sandburg

Loam

In the loam we sleep,In the cool moist loam,To the lull of years that passAnd the break of stars,From the loam, then,The soft warm loam,We rise:To..

© Carl Sandburg

Limited

I am riding on a limited express, one of the crack trainsof the nation.Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze and dark airgo fifteen all-steel..

© Carl Sandburg

Letters To Dead Imagists

EMILY DICKINSON:You gave us the bumble bee who has a soul,The everlasting traveler among the hollyhocks,And how God plays around a back yard..

© Carl Sandburg

Letter S

THE RIVER is gold under a sunset of Illinois.It is a molten gold someone pours and changes.A woman mixing a wedding cake of butter and eggsKnows what..

© Carl Sandburg

Let Love Go On

LET it go on; let the love of this hour be poured out till all the answers are made,the last dollar spent and the last blood gone.Time runs with an..

© Carl Sandburg