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").

Early Moon

THE BABY moon, a canoe, a silver papoose canoe, sails and sails in the Indianwest.A ring of silver foxes, a mist of silver foxes, sit and sit around..

© Carl Sandburg

Dynamiter

I sat with a dynamiter at supper in a German saloon eating steak and onions.And he laughed and told stories of his wife and children and the cause of..

© Carl Sandburg

Dusty Doors

Child of the Aztec gods,how long must we listen here,how long before we go?The dust is deep on the lintels.The dust is dark on the doors.If the..

© Carl Sandburg

Dust

Here is dust remembers it was a roseone time and lay in a woman's hair.Here is dust remembers it was a womanone time and in her hair lay a rose.Oh..

© Carl Sandburg

Dunes

What do we see here in the sand dunes of the white moon alone with ourthoughts, Bill,Alone with our dreams, Bill, soft as the women tying scarves..

© Carl Sandburg

Drumnotes

Days of the dead men, Danny.Drum for the dead, drum on yourremembering heart.Jaurès, a great love-heart of France,a slug of lead in the red..

© Carl Sandburg

Dreams In The Dusk

Dreams in the dusk,Only dreams closing the dayAnd with the day’s close going backTo the gray things, the dark things,The far, deep things of..

© Carl Sandburg

Dream Girl

You will come one day in a waver of love,Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,The tan of the sun will be on your skin,The purr of the breeze in your..

© Carl Sandburg

Dogheads

AMONG the grassrootsIn the moonlight, who comes circling,red tongues and high noses?Is one of 'em Buck and one of 'emWhite Fang?In the moonlight, who..

© Carl Sandburg

Docks

Strolling alongBy the teeming docks,I watch the ships put out.Black ships that heave and lungeAnd move like mastodonsArising from lethargic sleep.The..

© Carl Sandburg

Do You Want Affidavits?

THERE'S a hole in the bottom of the sea.Do you want affidavits?There's a man in the moon with money for you.Do you want affidavits?There are ten..

© Carl Sandburg

Death Snips Proud Men

DEATH is stronger than all the governments becausethe governments are men and men die and thendeath laughs: Now you see 'em, now you don't.Death is..

© Carl Sandburg

Dancer

THE LADY in red, she in the chile con carne red,Brilliant as the shine of a pepper crimson in the summer sun,She behind a false-face, the much..

© Carl Sandburg

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..

© Carl Sandburg

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..

© Carl Sandburg

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