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").

Jabberers

I RISE out of my depths with my language.You rise out of your depths with your language.Two tongues from the depths,Alike only as a yellow cat and a..

© Carl Sandburg

Iron

Guns,Long, steel guns,Pointed from the war shipsIn the name of the war god.Straight, shining, polished guns,Clambered over with jackies in white..

© Carl Sandburg

Interior

In the cool of the night timeThe clocks pick off the pointsAnd the mainsprings loosen.They will need winding.One of these daysthey will need..

© Carl Sandburg

In The Shadow Of The Palace

LET us go out of the fog, John, out of the filmy persistent drizzle on the streets ofStockholm, let us put down the collars of our raincoats, take..

© Carl Sandburg

In Tall Grass

BEES and a honeycomb in the dried head of a horse in a pasture corner-a skull inthe tall grass and a buzz and a buzz of the yellow honey-hunters.And..

© Carl Sandburg

In A Breath

To the Williamson BrothersHigh noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenueasphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors.Women trapsing along in..

© Carl Sandburg

In A Back Alley

Remembrance for a great man is this.The newsies are pitching pennies.And on the copper disk is the man’s face.Dead lover of boys, what do you ask for..

© Carl Sandburg

Improved Farm Land

Tall timber stood here once, hee on a corn belt farm along the Monon.Here the roots of a half-mile of trees dug their runners deep in the loam for..

© Carl Sandburg

Illinois Farmer

BURY this old Illinois farmer with respect.He slept the Illinois nights of his life after days of work in Illinois cornfields.Now he goes on a long..

© Carl Sandburg

Ice Handler

I know an ice handler who wears a flannel shirt with pearl buttons the size of adollar,And he lugs a hundred-pound hunk into a saloon ice-box, helps..

© Carl Sandburg

I Sang

I sang to you and the moonBut only the moon remembers.I sangO reckless free-heartedfree-throated rythms,Even the moon remembers themAnd is kind to me.

© Carl Sandburg

I Am The People, The Mob

I Am the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.Do you know that all the great work of the world isdone through me?I am the workingman, the inventor..

© Carl Sandburg

Hydrangeas

Dragoons, I tell you the white hydrangeas turn rust and go soon.Already mid September a line of brown runs over them.One sunset after another tracks..

© Carl Sandburg

Humming Bird Woman

WHY should I be wonderingHow you would look in black velvet and yellow? in orange and green?I who cannot remember whether it was a dash of blueOr a..

© Carl Sandburg

Humdrum

IF I had a million lives to liveand a million deaths to diein a million humdrum worlds,I'd like to change my nameand have a new house number to go..

© Carl Sandburg

How Yesterday Looked

THE HIGH horses of the sea broke their white ridersOn the walls that held and counted the hoursThe wind lasted.Two landbirds looked on and the north..

© Carl Sandburg

How Much?

HOW much do you love me, a million bushels?Oh, a lot more than that, Oh, a lot more.And to-morrow maybe only half a bushel?To-morrow maybe not even a..

© Carl Sandburg

House

TWO Swede families live downstairs and an Irish policeman upstairs, and an oldsoldier, Uncle Joe.Two Swede boys go upstairs and see Joe. His wife is..

© Carl Sandburg

Horses And Men In Rain

Let us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter's day, gray wind pattering frozenraindrops on the window,And let us talk about milk wagon drivers and..

© Carl Sandburg

Horse Fiddle

FIRST I would like to write for you a poem to be shouted in the teeth of a strongwind.Next I would like to write one for you to sit on a hill and..

© Carl Sandburg

Hope Is A Tattered Flag

Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in whiteThe evening star inviolable over the coal..

© Carl Sandburg

Hoodlums

I AM a hoodlum, you are a hoodlum, we and all of us are a world of hoodlumsmaybe so.I hate and kill better men than I am, so do you, so do all of..

© Carl Sandburg

Honky Tonk In Cleveland, Ohio

It's a jazz affair, drum crashes and coronet razzes.The trombone pony neighs and the tuba jackass snorts.The banjo tickles and titters too awful.The..

© Carl Sandburg

Home Thoughts

THE SEA rocks have a green moss.The pine rocks have red berries.I have memories of you.Speak to me of how you miss me.Tell me the hours go long and..

© Carl Sandburg

Home Fires

IN a Yiddish eating place on Rivington Street ... faces ... coffee spots ... childrenkicking at the night stars with bare toes from bare..

© Carl Sandburg