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").
Three Violins
THREE violins are trying their hearts.The piece is MacDowell's Wild Rose.And the time of the wild roseAnd the leaves of the wild roseAnd the dew-shot..
© Carl Sandburg
Three Spring Notations On Bipeds
THE DOWN drop of the blackbird,The wing catch of arrested flight,The stop midway and then off: off for triangles, circles, loops of new..
© Carl Sandburg
Three Pieces On The Smoke Of Autumn
SMOKE of autumn is on it all.The streamers loosen and travel.The red west is stopped with a gray haze.They fill the ash trees, they wrap the..
© Carl Sandburg
Three Ghosts
THREE tailors of Tooley Street wrote: We, the People.The names are forgotten. It is a joke in ghosts.Cutters or bushelmen or armhole basters, they..
© Carl Sandburg
Three Balls
JABOWSKY'S place is on a side street and only the rain washes the dusty threeballs.When I passed the window a month ago, there rested in proud..
© Carl Sandburg
Thin Strips
IN a jeweler's shop I saw a man beatingout thin sheets of gold. I heard a womanlaugh many years ago.Under a peach tree I saw petals scattered.. torn..
© Carl Sandburg
They Will Say
Of my city the worst that men will ever say is this:You took little children away from the sun and the dew,And the glimmers that played in the grass..
© Carl Sandburg
They Buy With An Eye To Looks
THE FINE cloth of your love might be a fabric of Egypt,Something Sinbad, the sailor, took away from robbers,Something a traveler with plenty of money..
© Carl Sandburg
They Ask Each Other Where They Came From
AM I the river your white birds fly over?Are you the green valley my silver channels roam?The two of us a bowl of blue sky day time and a bowl of red..
© Carl Sandburg
They All Want To Play Hamlet
They all want to play Hamlet.They have not exactly seen their fathers killedNor their mothers in a frame-up to kill,Nor an Ophelia lying with dust..
© Carl Sandburg
Theme In Yellow
I spot the hillsWith yellow balls in autumn.I light the prairie cornfieldsOrange and tawny gold clustersAnd I am called pumpkins.On the last of..
© Carl Sandburg
The Year
IA storm of white petals,Buds throwing open baby fistsInto hands of broad flowers.IIRed roses running upward,Clambering to the clutches of lifeSoaked..
© Carl Sandburg
The Windy City [sections 1 and 6]
1The lean hands of wagon menput out pointing fingers here,picked this crossway, put it on a map,set up their sawbucks, fixed their shotguns,found a..
© Carl Sandburg
The Wind Sings Welcome In Early Spring
(For Paula)THE GRIP of the ice is gone now.The silvers chase purple.The purples tag silver.They let out their runnersHere where summer says to the..
© Carl Sandburg
The Walking Man Of Rodin
Legs hold a torso away from the earth.And a regular high poem of legs is here.Powers of bone and cord raise a belly and lungsOut of ooze and over the..
© Carl Sandburg
The South Wind Say So
IF the oriole calls like last yearwhen the south wind sings in the oats,if the leaves climb and climb on a bean polesaying over a song learnt from..
© Carl Sandburg
The Skyscraper Loves Night
ONE by one lights of a skyscraper fling their checkering cross work on the velvetgown of night.I believe the skyscraper loves night as a woman and..
© Carl Sandburg
The Sins Of Kalamazoo
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson.The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab.And the people who sin the sins of..
© Carl Sandburg
The Shovel Man
On the streetSlung on his shoulder is a handle half way across,Tied in a big knot on the scoop of cast ironAre the overalls faded from sun and rain..
© Carl Sandburg
The Sea Hold
THE SEA is large.The sea hold on a leg of land in the Chesapeake hugs an early sunset and a lastmorning star over the oyster beds and the late clam..
© Carl Sandburg
The Road And The End
I shall foot itDown the roadway in the dusk,Where shapes of hunger wanderAnd the fugitives of pain go by.I shall foot itIn the silence of the..
© Carl Sandburg
The Right To Grief
To Certain Poets About to DieTake your fill of intimate remorse, perfumed sorrow,Over the dead child of a millionaire,And the pity of Death refusing..
© Carl Sandburg
The Red Son
I love your faces I saw the many yearsI drank your milk and filled my mouthWith your home talk, slept in your houseAnd was one of you.But a fire..
© Carl Sandburg
The Plowboy
AFTER the last red sunset glimmer,Black on the line of a low hill rise,Formed into moving shadows, I sawA plowboy and two horses lined against the..
© Carl Sandburg
The People, Yes
Lincoln?He was a mystery in smoke and flagsSaying yes to the smoke, yes to the flags,Yes to the paradoxes of democracy,Yes to the hopes of..
© Carl Sandburg