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").

Baby Face

White moon comes in on a baby face.The shafts across her bed are flimmering.Out on the land White Moon shines,Shines and glimmers against gnarled..

© Carl Sandburg

Aztec Mask

I wanted a man’s face looking into the jaws and throat of lifeWith something proud on his face, so proud no smash of the jaws,No gulp of the throat..

© Carl Sandburg

Aztec

You came from the AztecsWith a copper on your fore-armsTawnier than a sunsetSaying good-by to an even river.And I said, you remember,Those fore-arms..

© Carl Sandburg

Autumn Movement

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman..

© Carl Sandburg

At A Window

Give me hunger,O you gods that sit and giveThe world its orders.Give me hunger, pain and want,Shut me out with shame and failureFrom your doors of..

© Carl Sandburg

Ashurnatsirpal Iii

Three walls around the town of Tela when I came.They expected everything of those walls;Nobody in the town came out to kiss my feet.I knocked the..

© Carl Sandburg

Aprons Of Silence

Many things I might have said today.And I kept my mouth shut.So many times I was askedTo come and say the same thingsEverybody was saying, no endTo..

© Carl Sandburg

Anna Imroth

Cross the hands over the breast here--so.Straighten the legs a little more--so.And call for the wagon to come and take her home.Her mother will cry..

© Carl Sandburg

And This Will Be All....

And this will be all?And the gates will never open again?And the dust and the wind will play around the rusty door hinges and the songsof October..

© Carl Sandburg

And They Obey

Smash down the cities.Knock the walls to pieces.Break the factories and cathedrals, warehousesand homesInto loose piles of stone and lumber and..

© Carl Sandburg

And So To-Day

And so to-day- they lay him away-the boy nobody knows the name of-the buck private- the unknown soldier-the doughboy who dug under and diedwhen they..

© Carl Sandburg

An Electric Sign Goes Dark

Poland, France, Judea ran in her veins,Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at the pop of a bottle’scork.“Won’t you come and play..

© Carl Sandburg

Among The Red Guns

Among the red guns,In the hearts of soldiersRunning free bloodIn the long, long campaign:Dreams go on.Among the leather saddles,In the heads of..

© Carl Sandburg

Always The Mob

Jesus emptied the devils of one man into forty hogs and the hogs took the edgeof a high rock and dropped off and down into the sea: a mob.The sheep..

© Carl Sandburg

Alley Rats

They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guiseOf “mutton..

© Carl Sandburg

All Day Long

All day long in fog and wind,The waves have flung their beating crestsAgainst the palisades of adamant.My boy, he went to sea, long and long..

© Carl Sandburg

Alix

The mare Alix breaks the world’s trotting record one day. I see her heels flashdown the dust of an Illinois race track on a summer afternoon. I see..

© Carl Sandburg

Adelaide Crapsey

Among the bumble-bees in red-top hay, a freckled field of brown-eyed Susansdripping yellow leaves in July,I read your heart in a book.And your mouth..

© Carl Sandburg

Accomplished Facts

Every year Emily Dickinson sent one friendthe first arbutus bud in her garden.In a last will and testament Andrew Jacksonremembered a friend with the..

© Carl Sandburg

A.E.F.

There will be a rusty gun on the wall, sweetheart,The rifle grooves curling with flakes of rust.A spider will make a silver string nest in..

© Carl Sandburg

A Teamster's Farewell

Sobs En Route to a PenitentiaryGood-by now to the streets and the clash of wheels andlocking hubs,The sun coming on the brass buckles and harness..

© Carl Sandburg

A Tall Man

The mouth of this man is a gaunt strong mouth.The head of this man is a gaunt strong head.The jaws of this man are bone of the Rocky Mountains, the..

© Carl Sandburg

A Sphinx

Close-mouthed you sat five thousand years and never let out a whisper.Processions came by, marchers, asking questions you answered with grey..

© Carl Sandburg

A Million Young Work Men

A million young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the grass and roads,And the million are now under soil and their rottening flesh will in the..

© Carl Sandburg

A Fence

Now the stone house on the lake front is finished and theworkmen are beginning the fence.The palings are made of iron bars with steel points thatcan..

© Carl Sandburg