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").

Grass

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.Shovel them under and let me work--I am the grass; I cover all.And pile them high at GettysburgAnd..

© Carl Sandburg

Graceland

Tomb of a millionaire,A multi-millionaire, ladies and gentlemen,Place of the dead where they spend every yearThe usury of twenty-five thousand..

© Carl Sandburg

Government

The Government -- I heard about the Government andI went out to find it. I said I would look closely atit when I saw it.Then I saw a policeman..

© Carl Sandburg

Good Night

Many ways to say good night.Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of Julyspell it with red wheels and yellow spokes.They fizz in the air, touch the water..

© Carl Sandburg

Gone

Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town.Far offEverybody loved her.So we all love a wild girl keeping a holdOn a dream she wants.Nobody knows now..

© Carl Sandburg

Goldwing Moth

A goldwing moth is between the scissors and the ink bottleon the desk.Last night it flew hundreds of circles around a glass bulband a flame wire.The..

© Carl Sandburg

Glimmer

LET down your braids of hair, lady.Cross your legs and sit before the looking-glassAnd gaze long on lines under your eyes.Life writes; men dance.And..

© Carl Sandburg

Girl In A Cage

HERE in a cage the dollars come down.To the click of a tube the dollars tumble.And out of a mouth the dollars run.I finger the dollars,Paper and..

© Carl Sandburg

Gargoyle

I SAW a mouth jeering. A smile of melted red iron ran over it. Its laugh was fullof nails rattling. It was a child's dream of a mouth.A fist hit the..

© Carl Sandburg

Garden Wireless

HOW many feet ran with sunlight, water, and air?What little devils shaken of laughter, cramming their little ribs with chuckles,Fixed this lone red..

© Carl Sandburg

Galoots

GALOOTS, you hairy, hankering,Snousle on the bones you eat, chew at the gristle and lick the last of it.Grab off the bones in the paws of other..

© Carl Sandburg

From The Shore

A lone gray bird,Dim-dipping, far-flying,Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumultsOf night and the seaAnd the stars and storms.Out over the..

© Carl Sandburg

Four Preludes On Playthings Of The Wind

'The past is a bucket of ashes.'1THE WOMAN named To-morrowsits with a hairpin in her teethand takes her timeand does her hair the way she wants itand..

© Carl Sandburg

For You

THE PEACE of great doors be for you.Wait at the knobs, at the panel oblongs.Wait for the great hinges.The peace of great churches be for you,Where..

© Carl Sandburg

Follies

Shaken,The blossoms of lilac,And shattered,The atoms of purple.Green dip the leaves,Darker the bark,Longer the shadows.Sheer lines of poplarShimmer..

© Carl Sandburg

Fog Portrait

RINGS of iron gray smoke; a woman’s steel face … looking … looking.Funnels of an ocean liner negotiating a fog night; pouring a taffy mass down..

© Carl Sandburg

Fog

The fog comeson little cat feet.It sits lookingover harbor and cityon silent haunchesand then moves on.

© Carl Sandburg

Flying Fish

I HAVE lived in many half-worlds myself ... and so I know you.I leaned at a deck rail watching a monotonous sea, the same circling birds andthe same..

© Carl Sandburg

Flux

Sand of the sea runs redWhere the sunset reaches and quivers.Sand of the sea runs yellowWhere the moon slants and wavers.

© Carl Sandburg

Flat Lands

FLAT lands on the end of town where real estate men are crying newsubdivisions,The sunsets pour blood and fire over you hundreds and hundreds of..

© Carl Sandburg

Flash Crimson

I SHALL cry God to give me a broken foot.I shall ask for a scar and a slashed nose.I shall take the last and the worst.I shall be eaten by gray..

© Carl Sandburg

Flanders

Flanders, the name of a place, a country of people,Spells itself with letters, is written in books."Where is Flanders?" was asked one time,Flanders..

© Carl Sandburg

Five Towns On The B. & O.

BY day ... tireless smokestacks ... hungry smoky shanties hanging to the slopes... crooning: We get by, that's all.By night ... all lit up .....

© Carl Sandburg

Five Cent Balloons

PIETRO has twenty red and blue balloons on a string.They flutter and dance pulling Pietro's arm.A nickel apiece is what they sell for.Wishing..

© Carl Sandburg

Fish Crier

I know a Jew fish crier down on Maxwell Street with a voice like a north windblowing over corn stubble in January.He dangles herring before..

© Carl Sandburg