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").

Potomac Town In February

THE BRIDGE says: Come across, try me; see how good I am.The big rock in the river says: Look at me; learn how to stand up.The white water says: I go..

© Carl Sandburg

Potomac River Mist

All the policemen, saloonkeepers and efficiency experts in Toledoknew Bern Dailey; secretary ten years when Whitlock was mayor.Pickpockets, yeggs..

© Carl Sandburg

Potato Blossom Songs And Jigs

RUM tiddy um,tiddy um,tiddy um tum tum.My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves.I feel like tickling you under the chin-honey-and..

© Carl Sandburg

Portrait Of A Motor Car

IT'S a lean car ... a long-legged dog of a car ... a gray-ghost eagle car.The feet of it eat the dirt of a road ... the wings of it eat the..

© Carl Sandburg

Portrait

(For S. A.)TO write one book in five yearsor five books in one year,to be the painter and the thing painted,... where are we, bo?Wait-get his..

© Carl Sandburg

Population Drifts

New-mown hay smell and wind of the plain made hera woman whose ribs had the power of the hills inthem and her hands were tough for work and therewas..

© Carl Sandburg

Poppies

She loves blood-red poppies for a garden to walk in.In a loose white gown she walksand a new child tugs at cords in her body.Her head to the west at..

© Carl Sandburg

Pool

Out of the fireCame a man sunkenTo less than cinders,A tea-cup of ashes or so.And I,The gold in the house,Writhed into a stiff pool.

© Carl Sandburg

Poems Done On A Late Night Car

I. CHICKENSI am The Great White Way of the city:When you ask what is my desire, I answer:"Girls fresh as country wild flowers,With young faces tired..

© Carl Sandburg

Pods

PEA pods cling to stems.Neponset, the village,Clings to the Burlington railway main line.Terrible midnight limiteds roar throughHauling sleepers to..

© Carl Sandburg

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

Plaster

'I KNEW a real man once,' says Agatha in the splendor of a shagbark hickorytree.Did a man touch his lips to Agatha? Did a man hold her in his arms?..

© Carl Sandburg

Places

ROSES and goldFor you today,And the flash of flying flags.I will haveAshes,Dust in my hair,Crushes of hoofs.Your nameFills the mouthOf rich man and..

© Carl Sandburg

Pigeon

THE FLUTTER of blue pigeon's wingsUnder a river bridgeHunting a clean dry arch,A corner for a sleepThis flutters here in a woman's hand.A singing..

© Carl Sandburg

Picnic Boat

Sunday night and the park policemen tell each other itis dark as a stack of black cats on Lake Michigan.A big picnic boat comes home to Chicago from..

© Carl Sandburg

Pick Offs

THE TELESCOPE picks off star duston the clean steel sky and sends it to me.The telephone picks off my voice andsends it cross country a thousand..

© Carl Sandburg

Personality

Musings of a Police Reporter in the Identification BureauYou have loved forty women, but you have only one thumb.You have led a hundred secret lives..

© Carl Sandburg

People With Proud Chins

I TELL them where the wind comes from,Where the music goes when the fiddle is in the box.Kids-I saw one with a proud chin, a sleepyhead,And the..

© Carl Sandburg

People Who Must

I painted on the roof of a skyscraper.I painted a long while and called it a day's work.The people on the corner swarmed and the traffic cop's..

© Carl Sandburg

Pennsylvania

I have been in Pennsylvania,In the Monongahela and Hocking Valleys.In the blue SusquehannaOn a Saturday morningI saw a mounted constabulary go by,I..

© Carl Sandburg

Pencils

telling where the wind comes fromopen a story.Pencilstelling where the wind goesend a story.These eager pencilscome to a stop.. only.. when the stars..

© Carl Sandburg

Pearl Fog

Open the door now.Go roll up the collar of your coatTo walk in the changing scarf of mist.Tell your sins here to the pearl fogAnd know for once a..

© Carl Sandburg

Peach Blossoms

WHAT cry of peach blossomslet loose on the air todayI heard with my face thrownin the pink-white of it all?in the red whisper of it all?What man I..

© Carl Sandburg

Paula

NOTHING else in this song-only your face.Nothing else here-only your drinking, night-gray eyes.The pier runs into the lake straight as a rifle..

© Carl Sandburg

Passers-By

Passers-by,Out of your many facesFlash memories to meNow at the day endAway from the sidewalksWhere your shoe soles traveledAnd your voices rose and..

© Carl Sandburg