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").

Dan

EARLY May, after cold rain the sun baffling cold wind.Irish setter pup finds a corner near the cellar door, all sun and no wind,Cuddling there he..

© Carl Sandburg

Curse Of A Rich Polish Peasant On His Sister Who Ran Away With A Wild Man

FELIKSOWA has gone again from our house and this time for good, I hope.She and her husband took with them the cow father gave them, and they sold..

© Carl Sandburg

Cups Of Coffee

THE HAGGARD woman with a hacking cough and a deathless love whispers ofwhiteflowers ... in your poem you pour like a cup of coffee, Gabriel.The slim..

© Carl Sandburg

Cumulatives

Storms have beaten on this point of landAnd ships gone to wreck hereand the passers-by remember itwith talk on the deck at nightas they near it.Fists..

© Carl Sandburg

Crucible

Hot gold runs a winding stream on the inside of a green bowl.Yellow trickles in a fan figure, scatters a line of skirmishes, spreads a chorusof..

© Carl Sandburg

Cripple

Once when I saw a crippleGasping slowly his last days with the white plague,Looking from hollow eyes, calling for air,Desperately gesturing with..

© Carl Sandburg

Crimson Rambler

NOW that a crimson ramblerbegins to crawl over the houseof our two livesNow that a red curvewinds across the shinglesNow that handswashed in early..

© Carl Sandburg

Crimson Changes People

DID I see a crucifix in your eyesand nails and Roman soldiersand a dusk Golgotha?Did I see Mary, the changed woman,washing the feet of all men,clean..

© Carl Sandburg

Crimson

Crimson is the slow smolder of the cigar end I hold,Gray is the ash that stiffens and covers all silent the fire.(A great man I know is dead and..

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Crapshooters

SOMEBODY loses whenever somebody wins.This was known to the Chaldeans long ago.And more: somebody wins whenever somebody loses.This too was in the..

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Crabapple Blossoms

SOMEBODY'S little girl-how easy to make a sob story over who she was once andwho she is now.Somebody's little girl-she played once under a crab-apple..

© Carl Sandburg

Corn Hut Talk

WRITE your wisheson the doorand come in.Stand outsidein the pools of the harvest moon.Bring inthe handshake of the pumpkins.There's a wishfor every..

© Carl Sandburg

Cool Tombs

When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs he forgotthe copperheads and the assassin . . . in the dust, in thecool tombs.And Ulysses Grant lost..

© Carl Sandburg

Clocks

HERE is a face that says half-past seven the same way whether a murder or awedding goes on, whether a funeral or a picnic crowd passes.A tall one I..

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Clinton South Of Polk

I WANDER down on Clinton street south of PolkAnd listen to the voices of Italian children quarreling.It is a cataract of coloraturaAnd I could sleep..

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Clean Hands

IT is something to face the sun and know you are free.To hold your head in the shafts of daylight slanting the earthAnd know your heart has kept a..

© Carl Sandburg

Clark Street Bridge

Dust of the feetAnd dust of the wheels,Wagons and people going,All day feet and wheels.Now. . .. . Only stars and mistA lonely policeman,Two cabaret..

© Carl Sandburg

Circles Of Doors

I LOVE him, I love him, ran the patter of her lipsAnd she formed his name on her tongue and sangAnd she sent him word she loved him so much,So much..

© Carl Sandburg

Chords

IN the morning, a Sunday morning, shadows of sea and adumbrants of rock inher eyes ... horseback in leather boots and leather gauntlets by the sea.In..

© Carl Sandburg

Choose

The single clenched fist lifted and ready,Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.Choose:For we meet by one or the other.

© Carl Sandburg

Choices

They offer you many things,I a few.Moonlight on the play of fountains at nightWith water sparkling a drowsy monotone,Bare-shouldered, smiling women..

© Carl Sandburg

Child Moon

The child's wonderAt the old moonComes back nightly.She points her fingerTo the far silent yellow thingShining through the branchesFiltering on the..

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Child Margaret

THE CHILD Margaret begins to write numbers on a Saturday morning, the firstnumbers formed under her wishing child fingers.All the numbers come..

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Child

The young child, Christ, is straight and wiseAnd asks questions of the old men, questionsFound under running water for all childrenAnd found under..

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Chicks

THE CHICK in the egg picks at the shell, cracks open one oval world, and entersanother oval world.'Cheep... cheep... cheep' is the salutation of the..

© Carl Sandburg