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").

Hydrangeas

Dragoons, I tell you the white hydrangeas turn rust and go soon.Already mid September a line of brown runs over them.One sunset after another tracks..

© Carl Sandburg

Humming Bird Woman

WHY should I be wonderingHow you would look in black velvet and yellow? in orange and green?I who cannot remember whether it was a dash of blueOr a..

© Carl Sandburg

Humdrum

IF I had a million lives to liveand a million deaths to diein a million humdrum worlds,I'd like to change my nameand have a new house number to go..

© Carl Sandburg

How Yesterday Looked

THE HIGH horses of the sea broke their white ridersOn the walls that held and counted the hoursThe wind lasted.Two landbirds looked on and the north..

© Carl Sandburg

How Much?

HOW much do you love me, a million bushels?Oh, a lot more than that, Oh, a lot more.And to-morrow maybe only half a bushel?To-morrow maybe not even a..

© Carl Sandburg

House

TWO Swede families live downstairs and an Irish policeman upstairs, and an oldsoldier, Uncle Joe.Two Swede boys go upstairs and see Joe. His wife is..

© Carl Sandburg

Horses And Men In Rain

Let us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter's day, gray wind pattering frozenraindrops on the window,And let us talk about milk wagon drivers and..

© Carl Sandburg

Horse Fiddle

FIRST I would like to write for you a poem to be shouted in the teeth of a strongwind.Next I would like to write one for you to sit on a hill and..

© Carl Sandburg

Hope Is A Tattered Flag

Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in whiteThe evening star inviolable over the coal..

© Carl Sandburg

Hoodlums

I AM a hoodlum, you are a hoodlum, we and all of us are a world of hoodlumsmaybe so.I hate and kill better men than I am, so do you, so do all of..

© Carl Sandburg

Honky Tonk In Cleveland, Ohio

It's a jazz affair, drum crashes and coronet razzes.The trombone pony neighs and the tuba jackass snorts.The banjo tickles and titters too awful.The..

© Carl Sandburg

Home Thoughts

THE SEA rocks have a green moss.The pine rocks have red berries.I have memories of you.Speak to me of how you miss me.Tell me the hours go long and..

© Carl Sandburg

Home Fires

IN a Yiddish eating place on Rivington Street ... faces ... coffee spots ... childrenkicking at the night stars with bare toes from bare..

© Carl Sandburg

Hits And Runs

I REMEMBER the Chillicothe ball players grappling the Rock Island ball players ina sixteen-inning game ended by darkness.And the shoulders of the..

© Carl Sandburg

His Own Face Hidden

HOKUSAI'S portrait of himselfTells what his hat was likeAnd his arms and legs. The only facesAre a river and a mountainAnd two laughing farmers.The..

© Carl Sandburg

High Conspiratorial Person

OUT of the testimony of such reluctant lips, out of the oaths and mouths of suchscrupulous liars, out of perjurers whose hands swore by God to the..

© Carl Sandburg

Hemlock And Cedar

THIN sheets of blue smoke among white slabs ... near the shingle mill ... wintermorning.Falling of a dry leaf might be heard ... circular steel tears..

© Carl Sandburg

Hell On The Wabash

When country fiddlers held a convention inDanville, the big money went to a barn danceartist who played Turkey in the Straw, withvariations.They..

© Carl Sandburg

Helga

THE WISHES on this child's mouthCame like snow on marsh cranberries;The tamarack kept something for her;The wind is ready to help her shoes.The north..

© Carl Sandburg

For Richmond's Garden Wall

WHEN Thomas set this tablet here,Time laughed at the vain chanticleer;And ere the moss had dimmed the stone,Time had defaced that garrison.Now I in..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Flower God, God Of The Spring

The coach is at the door at last;The eager children, mounting fastAnd kissing hands, in chorus sing:Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!To house and..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Fixed Is The Doom

FIXED is the doom; and to the last of yearsTeacher and taught, friend, lover, parent, child,Each walks, though near, yet separate; each beholdsHis..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Fear Not, Dear Friend, But Freely Live Your Days

FEAR not, dear friend, but freely live your daysThough lesser lives should suffer. Such am I,A lesser life, that what is his of skyGladly would give..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Farewell To The Farm

The coach is at the door at last;The eager children, mounting fastAnd kissing hands, in chorus sing:Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!To house and..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Farewell

FAREWELL, and when forthI through the Golden Gates to Golden IslesSteer without smiling, through the sea of smiles,Isle upon isle, in the seas of the..

© Robert Louis Stevenson