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Biography of Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg (1878 - 1967)

Author-poet Carl Sandburg was born in the three-room cottage at 313 East Third Street in Galesburg on January 6, 1878. The modest house, which is maintained by the Illinois Historic Preservation Agency, reflects the typical living conditions of a late nineteenth century working-class family. Many of the furnishings once belonged to the Sandburg family. Behind the home stands a small wooded park. There, beneath Remembrance Rock, lie the ashes of Carl Sandburg, who died in 1967.

Early Years
Carl August Sandburg was born the son of Swedish immigrants August and Clara Anderson Sandburg. The elder Sandburg, a blacksmith's helper for the nearby Chicago, Burlington and Quincy Railroad, purchased the cottage in 1873. Carl, called "Charlie" by the family, was born the second of seven children in 1878. A year later the Sandburgs sold the small cottage in favor of a larger house in Galesburg.

Carl Sandburg worked from the time he was a young boy. He quit school following his graduation from eighth grade in 1891 and spent a decade working a variety of jobs. He delivered milk, harvested ice, laid bricks, threshed wheat in Kansas, and shined shoes in Galesburg's Union Hotel before traveling as a hobo in 1897.

His experiences working and traveling greatly influenced his writing and political views. As a hobo he learned a number of folk songs, which he later performed at speaking engagements. He saw first-hand the sharp contrast between rich and poor, a dichotomy that instilled in him a distrust of capitalism.

When the Spanish-American War broke out in 1898 Sandburg volunteered for service, and at the age of twenty was ordered to Puerto Rico, where he spent days battling only heat and mosquitoes. Upon his return to his hometown later that year, he entered Lombard College, supporting himself as a call fireman.

Sandburg's college years shaped his literary talents and political views. While at Lombard, Sandburg joined the Poor Writers' Club, an informal literary organization whose members met to read and criticize poetry. Poor Writers' founder, Lombard professor Phillip Green Wright, a talented scholar and political liberal, encouraged the talented young Sandburg.

Writer, Political Organizer, Reporter
Sandburg honed his writing skills and adopted the socialist views of his mentor before leaving school in his senior year. Sandburg sold stereoscope views and wrote poetry for two years before his first book of verse, In Reckless Ecstasy, was printed on Wright's basement press in 1904. Wright printed two more volumes for Sandburg, Incidentals (1907) and The Plaint of a Rose (1908).

As the first decade of the century wore on, Sandburg grew increasingly concerned with the plight of the American worker. In 1907 he worked as an organizer for the Wisconsin Social Democratic party, writing and distributing political pamphlets and literature. At party headquarters in Milwaukee, Sandburg met Lilian Steichen, whom he married in 1908.

The responsibilities of marriage and family prompted a career change. Sandburg returned to Illinois and took up journalism. For several years he worked as a reporter for the Chicago Daily News, covering mostly labor issues and later writing his own feature.

Internationally Recognized Author
Sandburg was virtually unknown to the literary world when, in 1914, a group of his poems appeared in the nationally circulated Poetry magazine. Two years later his book Chicago Poems was published, and the thirty-eight-year-old author found himself on the brink of a career that would bring him international acclaim. Sandburg published another volume of poems, Cornhuskers, in 1918, and wrote a searching analysis of the 1919 Chicago race riots.

More poetry followed, along with Rootabaga Stories (1922), a book of fanciful children's tales. That book prompted Sandburg's publisher, Alfred Harcourt, to suggest a biography of Abraham Lincoln for children. Sandburg researched and wrote for three years, producing not a children's book, but a two-volume biography for adults. His Abraham Lincoln: The Prairie Years, published in 1926, was Sandburg's first financial success. He moved to a new home on the Michigan dunes and devoted the next several years to completing four additional volumes, Abraham Lincoln: The War Years, for which he won the Pulitzer Prize in 1940. Sandburg continued his prolific writing, publishing more poems, a novel, Remembrance Rock, a second volume of folk songs, and an autobiography, Always the Young Strangers. In 1945 the Sandburgs moved with their herd of prize-winning goats and thousands of books to Flat Rock, North Carolina. Sandburg's Complete Poems won him a second Pulitzer Prize in 1951. Sandburg died at his North Carolina home July 22, 1967. His ashes were returned, as he had requested, to his Galesburg birthplace. In the small Carl Sandburg Park behind the house, his ashes were placed beneath Remembrance Rock, a red granite boulder. Ten years later the ashes of his wife were placed there.


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442 Poems written by Carl Sandburg

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“I KNEW a real man once,” says Agatha in the splendor of a shagbark hickory tree. Comments and analysis of Plaster by Carl Sandburg 10 Comments
“YOU slut,” he flung at her.
(Chirstmas Day, 1917)THE FIVE O’CLOCK prairie sunset is a strong man going to sleep after a long day in a cornfield.
(For Paula)THE GRIP of the ice is gone now.
(For S. A.)TO write one book in five years
(Handbook for Quarreling Lovers)I THOUGHT of offering you apothegms.
(March, 1919)A LIAR goes in fine clothes. Comments and analysis of The Liars by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
(Washington, August, 1918)I HAVE seen this city in the day and the sun.
(Bergen)SEVEN days all fog, all mist, and the turbines pounding through high seas. Comments and analysis of Baltic Fog Notes by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
1THE DOWN drop of the blackbird,
1THERE was a late autumn cricket, Comments and analysis of Buckwheat by Carl Sandburg 4 Comments
After waking at dawn one morning when the wind sang Comments and analysis of Among the Red Guns by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
[They picked him up in the grass where he had lain two Comments and analysis of Murmurings in a field hospital by Carl Sandburg 245 Comments
“The past is a bucket of ashes.” Comments and analysis of Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind by Carl Sandburg 23 Comments
A FOREFINGER of stone, dreamed by a sculptor, points to the sky.
A GOLDWING moth is between the scissors and the ink bottle on the desk.
A LONE gray bird, Comments and analysis of From The Shore by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
A MAN saw the whole world as a grinning skull and Comments and analysis of Bath by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
A MAN was crucified. He came to the city a stranger,
A MILLION young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the grass and roads,
A STONE face higher than six horses stood five thousand
A SWIRL in the air where your head was once, here. Comments and analysis of Swirl by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
AFTER the last red sunset glimmer,
AFTER you have spent all the money modistes and manicures and mannikins will take for fixing you over into a thing the people on the streets call proud and beautiful,
ALL day long in fog and wind,
ALL I can give you is broken-face gargoyles. Comments and analysis of Broken-face Gargoyles by Carl Sandburg 46 Comments
ALL the policemen, saloonkeepers and efficiency experts in Toledo knew Bern Dailey; secretary ten years when Whitlock was mayor. Comments and analysis of Potomac River Mist by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
AM I the river your white birds fly over? Comments and analysis of They Ask Each Other Where They Came From by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
AMONG the bumble-bees in red-top hay, a freckled field of brown-eyed Susans dripping yellow leaves in July, Comments and analysis of Adelaide Crapsey by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
AMONG the grassroots
AMONG the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and Comments and analysis of Masses by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
Among the shadows where two streets cross, Comments and analysis of Trafficker by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
AND this will be all?
ARMOUR AVENUE was the name of this street and door signs on empty houses read “The Silver Dollar,” “Swede Annie” and the Christian names of madams such as “Myrtle” and “Jenny.”
BABY vamps, is it harder work than it used to be?
BAND concert public square Nebraska city. Flowing and circling dresses, summer-white dresses. Faces, flesh tints flung like sprays of cherry blossoms. And gigglers, God knows, gigglers, rivaling the pony whinnies of the Livery Stable Blues.
BECAUSE I have called to you
BEES and a honeycomb in the dried head of a horse in a pasture corner—a skull in the tall grass and a buzz and a buzz of the yellow honey-hunters.
BEND low again, night of summer stars.
Between two hills
BILBEA, I was in Babylon on Saturday night.
BLOSSOMS of babies
BODY of Jesus taken down from the cross
BORN a million years ago you stay here a million years … Comments and analysis of Blue Ridge by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
BOTH were jailbirds; no speechmakers at all; speaking best with one foot on a brass rail; a beer glass in the left hand and the right hand employed for gestures.
BOX cars run by a mile long. Comments and analysis of Work Gangs by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
BOY heart of Johnny Jones—aching to-day?
BROTHER, I am fire Comments and analysis of Kin by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
BURY this old Illinois farmer with respect. Comments and analysis of Illinois Farmer by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
BY day … tireless smokestacks … hungry smoky shanties hanging to the slopes … crooning: We get by, that’s all. Comments and analysis of Five Towns on the B. & O. by Carl Sandburg 5 Comments
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and Comments and analysis of Skyscraper by Carl Sandburg 4 Comments
CAST a bronze of my head and legs and put them on the king’s street.
CHATTER of birds two by two raises a night song joining a litany of running water—sheer waters showing the russet of old stones remembering many rains.
CHILD of the Aztec gods,
Close-mouthed you sat five thousand years and never Comments and analysis of A Sphinx by Carl Sandburg 4 Comments
CLOWNS DYINGFIVE circus clowns dying this year, morning newspapers told their lives, how each one horizontal in a last gesture of hands arranged by an undertaker, shook thousands into convulsions of laughter from behind rouge-red lips and powder-white face.
COME you, cartoonists, Comments and analysis of Halsted Street Car by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
COOL your heels on the rail of an observation car. Comments and analysis of Still Life by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
COUNT these reminiscences like money.
COVER me over
CRIMSON is the slow smolder of the cigar end I hold, Comments and analysis of Crimson by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
CROSS the hands over the breast here--so. Comments and analysis of Anna Imroth by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
DAYS of the dead men, Danny.
DEATH comes once, let it be easy. Comments and analysis of Finish by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
DEATH is stronger than all the governments because the governments are men and men die and then death laughs: Now you see ’em, now you don’t. Comments and analysis of Death Snips Proud Men by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
DESOLATE and lone Comments and analysis of Lost by Carl Sandburg 274 Comments
DID I see a crucifix in your eyes
DO you know how the dream looms? how if summer misses one of us the two of us miss summer—
DOWN between the walls of shadow Comments and analysis of Subway by Carl Sandburg 5 Comments
Dragoons, I tell you the white hydrangeas
DREAMS in the dusk, Comments and analysis of Dreams in the dusk by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
DRUM on your drums, batter on your banjoes, sob on the long cool winding saxophones. Go to it, O jazzmen. Comments and analysis of Jazz Fantasia by Carl Sandburg 306 Comments
DUST of the feet
EARLY May, after cold rain the sun baffling cold wind.
ELSIE FLIMMERWON, you got a job now with a jazz outfit in vaudeville.
EMILY DICKINSON: Comments and analysis of Letters To Dead Imagists by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
EMPTY battlefields keep their phantoms.
EVERY year Emily Dickinson sent one friend Comments and analysis of Accomplished Facts by Carl Sandburg 4 Comments
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town. Comments and analysis of Gone by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
FACES of two eternities keep looking at me.
FASTEN black eyes on me. Comments and analysis of Spanish by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
FELIKSOWA has gone again from our house and this time for good, I hope.
FIRST I would like to write for you a poem to be shouted in the teeth of a strong wind.
FIVE geese deploy mysteriously.
FLANDERS, the name of a place, a country of people,
FLAT lands on the end of town where real estate men are crying new subdivisions,
Fling your red scarf faster and faster, dancer.
FOR a woman’s face remembered as a spot of quick light on the flat land of dark night,
For the gladness here where the sun is shining at Comments and analysis of Our Prayer of Thanks by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
FOR the second time in a year this lady with the white hands is brought to the west room second floor of a famous sanatorium. Comments and analysis of White Hands by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
FROM the time of the early radishes
GALOOTS, you hairy, hankering,
GATHER the stars if you wish it so. Comments and analysis of Stars, Songs, Faces by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
Give me hunger, Comments and analysis of At a Window by Carl Sandburg 6 Comments
GIVE me your anathema.
GOLD of a ripe oat straw, gold of a southwest moon,
GRIEG being dead we may speak of him and his art.
GUNS on the battle lines have pounded now a year Comments and analysis of Salvage by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
GUNS, Comments and analysis of Iron by Carl Sandburg 9 Comments
HATS, where do you belong? Comments and analysis of Hats by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
HAVE I broken the smaller tabernacles, O Lord?
HAVE I told any man to be a liar for my sake?
HAVE me in the blue and the sun. Comments and analysis of Have Me by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
HE lived on the wings of storm.
HERE in a cage the dollars come down.
HERE is a face that says half-past seven the same way whether a murder or a wedding goes on, whether a funeral or a picnic crowd passes.
Hog Butcher for the World, Comments and analysis of Chicago by Carl Sandburg 646 Comments
HOKUSAI’S portrait of himself Comments and analysis of His Own Face Hidden by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
HOT gold runs a winding stream on the inside of a green bowl.
HOW many feet ran with sunlight, water, and air?
HOW much do you love me, a million bushels?
HUNTINGTON sleeps in a house six feet long.
I
I
I AM a copper wire slung in the air, Comments and analysis of Under A Telephone Pole by Carl Sandburg 4 Comments
I AM a hoodlum, you are a hoodlum, we and all of us are a world of hoodlums—maybe so. Comments and analysis of Hoodlums by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
I AM an ancient reluctant conscript.
I AM glad God saw Death Comments and analysis of The Junk Man by Carl Sandburg 241 Comments
I AM making a Cartoon of a Woman. She is the People.
I AM put high over all others in the city today. Comments and analysis of Killers by Carl Sandburg 249 Comments
I AM riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains Comments and analysis of Limited by Carl Sandburg 8 Comments
I AM singing to you Comments and analysis of Killers by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
I AM the mist, the impalpable mist, Comments and analysis of The Mist by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
I AM the nigger. Comments and analysis of Nigger by Carl Sandburg 128 Comments
I AM the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass. Comments and analysis of I Am The People, The Mob by Carl Sandburg 22 Comments
I ASKED a gypsy pal Comments and analysis of Gypsy by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
I ASKED the Mayor of Gary about the 12-hour day and the 7-day week.
I ASKED the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell Comments and analysis of Happiness by Carl Sandburg 290 Comments
I cannot tell you now;
I CRIED over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts. Comments and analysis of Autumn Movement by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
I DON’T blame the kettle drums—they are hungry. Comments and analysis of Blizzard Notes by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
I DON’T know how he came,
I DRANK musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with
I dreamed one man stood against a thousand, Comments and analysis of Graves by Carl Sandburg 29 Comments
I GIVE the undertakers permission to haul my body
I HAVE been in Pennsylvania,
I HAVE been watching the war map slammed up for Comments and analysis of Buttons by Carl Sandburg 9 Comments
I HAVE kept all, not one is thrown away, not one given to the ragman, not one thrust in a corner with a “P-f-f.”
I HAVE lived in many half-worlds myself … and so I know you.
I HAVE love Comments and analysis of Losses by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
I HAVE ransacked the encyclopedias
I heard a woman's lips
I KNOW a Jew fish crier down on Maxwell Street with a Comments and analysis of Fish Crier by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
I KNOW an ice handler who wears a flannel shirt with
I LOVE him, I love him, ran the patter of her lips Comments and analysis of Circles of Doors by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
I LOVE your faces I saw the many years
I PAINTED on the roof of a skyscraper.
I REMEMBER here by the fire, Comments and analysis of Fire Dreams by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
I remember once I ran after you and tagged the fluttering Comments and analysis of Shirt by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
I REMEMBER the Chillicothe ball players grappling the Rock Island ball players in a sixteen-inning game ended by darkness.
I RISE out of my depths with my language.
I SALUTED a nobody. Comments and analysis of Chicago Poet by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
I sang to you and the moon
I SAT with a dynamiter at supper in a German saloon
I SAW a famous man eating soup. Comments and analysis of Soup by Carl Sandburg 4 Comments
I SAW a mouth jeering. A smile of melted red iron ran over it. Its laugh was full of nails rattling. It was a child’s dream of a mouth.
I SAW a telegram handed a two hundred pound man at a desk. And the little scrap of paper charged the air like a set of crystals in a chemist’s tube to a whispering pinch of salt.
I SAW Man, the man-hunter,
I SHALL cry God to give me a broken foot. Comments and analysis of Flash Crimson by Carl Sandburg 42 Comments
I SHALL foot it Comments and analysis of The Road and the End by Carl Sandburg 16 Comments
I SHALL never forget you, Broadway
I SIT in a chair and read the newspapers.
I spot the hills Comments and analysis of Theme In Yellow by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
I TELL them where the wind comes from,
I THOUGHT of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store. Comments and analysis of Bricklayer Love by Carl Sandburg 59 Comments
I TOO have a garret of old playthings.
I TOOK away three pictures. Comments and analysis of Sandhill People by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
I WAITED today for a freight train to pass. Comments and analysis of 'Boes by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
I WALKED among the streets of an old city and the streets were lean as the throats of hard seafish soaked in salt and kept in barrels many years.
I WANDER down on Clinton street south of Polk Comments and analysis of Clinton South of Polk by Carl Sandburg 5 Comments
I wanted a man's face looking into the jaws and throat Comments and analysis of Aztec Mask by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
I WAS a boy when I heard three red words
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of its women, gave me a song and a slogan.
I WILL keep you and bring hands to hold you against a great hunger.
I WILL read ashes for you, if you ask me. Comments and analysis of Fire Pages by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
I WISH to God I never saw you, Mag. Comments and analysis of Mag by Carl Sandburg 4 Comments
I wrote a poem on the mist
I. CHICKENS
IA STORM of white petals, Comments and analysis of The Year by Carl Sandburg 10 Comments
IF I had a million lives to live Comments and analysis of Humdrum by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
IF I should pass the tomb of Jonah Comments and analysis of Losers by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
IF the oriole calls like last year Comments and analysis of The South Wind Say So by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
IF we were such and so, the same as these, Comments and analysis of Purple Martins by Carl Sandburg 24 Comments
IF you never came with a pigeon rainbow purple Comments and analysis of Sumach and Birds by Carl Sandburg 7 Comments
IN a jeweler’s shop I saw a man beating
IN a Yiddish eating place on Rivington Street … faces … coffee spots … children kicking at the night stars with bare toes from bare buttocks. Comments and analysis of Home Fires by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
IN Abraham Lincoln’s city,
IN the cool of the night time Comments and analysis of Interior by Carl Sandburg 12 Comments
IN the loam we sleep, Comments and analysis of Loam by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
IN the moonlight under a shag-bark hickory tree Comments and analysis of Shagbark Hickory by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
IN the morning, a Sunday morning, shadows of sea and adumbrants of rock in her eyes … horseback in leather boots and leather gauntlets by the sea. Comments and analysis of Chords by Carl Sandburg 10 Comments
IN the newspaper office—who are the spooks?
IN the night, when the sea-winds take the city in their arms,
IN the old wars drum of hoofs and the beat of shod feet. Comments and analysis of Wars by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
IN the Shenandoah Valley, one rider gray and one rider blue, and the sun on the riders wondering. Comments and analysis of Shenandoah by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
In western fields of corn and northern timber lands,
INTO the blue river hills Comments and analysis of Sunset From Omaha Hotel Window by Carl Sandburg 27 Comments
INTO the gulf and the pit of the dark night, the cold night, there is a man goes into the dark and the cold and when he comes back to his people he brings fire in his hands and they remember him in the years afterward as the fire bringer—they remember or forget—the man whose head kept singing to the want of his home, the want of his people.
IT is something to face the sun and know you are free. Comments and analysis of Clean Hands by Carl Sandburg 13 Comments
IT’S a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet razzes Comments and analysis of Honky Tonk in Cleveland, Ohio by Carl Sandburg 9 Comments
IT’S a lean car … a long-legged dog of a car … a gray-ghost eagle car.
IT’S going to come out all right—do you know? Comments and analysis of Caboose Thoughts by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
JABOWSKY’S place is on a side street and only the rain washes the dusty three balls.
JACK was a swarthy, swaggering son-of-a-gun.
JESUS emptied the devils of one man into forty hogs and the hogs took the edge of a high rock and dropped off and down into the sea: a mob.
JIMMY WIMBLETON listened a first week in June.
JOHN BROWN’S body under the morning stars.
JOY … weaving two violet petals for a coat lapel … painting on a slab of night sky a Christ face … slipping new brass keys into rusty iron locks and shouldering till at last the door gives and we are in a new room … forever and ever violet petals, slabs, the Christ face, brass keys and new rooms. Comments and analysis of Brass Keys by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
KEEP a red heart of memories Comments and analysis of Haze by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shingles over our house and whistling a wolf Comments and analysis of Manitoba Childe Roland by Carl Sandburg 7 Comments
LAY me on an anvil, O God. Comments and analysis of Prayers of Steel by Carl Sandburg 5 Comments
LEAVES of poplars pick Japanese prints against the west. Comments and analysis of Moonset by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
LEGS hold a torso away from the earth. Comments and analysis of The Walking Man of Rodin by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
Let a joy keep you. Comments and analysis of Joy by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
LET down your braids of hair, lady. Comments and analysis of Glimmer by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
LET it go on; let the love of this hour be poured out till all the answers are made, the last dollar spent and the last blood gone.
LET me be monosyllabic to-day, O Lord.
LET the crows go by hawking their caw and caw. Comments and analysis of River Roads by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
Let us be honest; the lady was not a harlot until she
LET us go out of the fog, John, out of the filmy persistent drizzle on the streets of Stockholm, let us put down the collars of our raincoats, take off our hats and sit in the newspapers office.
LET us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter’s day, gray wind pattering frozen raindrops on the window,
LIPS half-willing in a doorway.
LISTEN a while, the moon is a lovely woman, a lonely woman, lost in a silver dress, lost in a circus rider’s silver dress. Comments and analysis of Night Stuff by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
LITTLE one, you have been buzzing in the books, Comments and analysis of On the Way by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
LONG ago I learned how to sleep, Comments and analysis of Wind Song by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
MAKE war songs out of these; Comments and analysis of The Four Brothers by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
MAMIE beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana
Many birds and the beating of wings Comments and analysis of Margaret by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
MANY things I might have said today.
MANY ways to spell good night.
MARY has a thingamajig clamped on her ears
Memory of you is . . . a blue spear of flower.
Momus is the name men give your face,
MONEY is nothing now, even if I had it,
MRS. GABRIELLE GIOVANNITTI comes along Peoria Street Comments and analysis of Onion Days by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
Musings of a Police Reporter in the Identification Bureau Comments and analysis of Personality by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
My head knocks against the stars. Comments and analysis of Who am I? by Carl Sandburg 254 Comments
MY people are gray, Comments and analysis of My People by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
MY shirt is a token and symbol,
NANCY HANKS dreams by the fire;
NAPOLEON shifted, Comments and analysis of Statistics by Carl Sandburg 7 Comments
NEITHER rose leaves gathered in a jar—respectably in Boston—these—nor drops of Christ blood for a chalice—decently in Philadelphia or Baltimore.
NEW neighbors came to the corner house at Congress and Green streets. Comments and analysis of Clean Curtains by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
NEW-MOWN hay smell and wind of the plain made her Comments and analysis of Population Drifts by Carl Sandburg 18 Comments
Night from a railroad car window
NOTHING else in this song—only your face.
NOW that a crimson rambler
NOW the stone house on the lake front is finished and the Comments and analysis of A Fence by Carl Sandburg 6 Comments
OF my city the worst that men will ever say is this: Comments and analysis of They Will Say by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
ON Forty First Street
On the breakwater in the summer dark, a man and a
ON the lips of the child Janet float changing dreams.
ON the one hand the steel works.
ON the street Comments and analysis of The Shovel Man by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
ONCE when I saw a cripple Comments and analysis of Cripple by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
ONE by one lights of a skyscraper fling their checkering cross work on the velvet gown of night.
ONE man killed another. The saying between them had been “I’d give you the shirt off my back.” Comments and analysis of Hate by Carl Sandburg 5 Comments
Open the door now. Comments and analysis of Pearl Fog by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
OUT of the fire Comments and analysis of Pool by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
OUT of the testimony of such reluctant lips, out of the oaths and mouths of such scrupulous liars, out of perjurers whose hands swore by God to the white sun before all men,
OUT of white lips a question: Shall seven million dead ask for their blood a little land for the living wives and children, a little land for the living brothers and sisters?
Over the dead line we have called to you Comments and analysis of To a Dead Man by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
PAPA JOFFRE, the shoulders of him wide as the land of France. Comments and analysis of Memoir by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
PASSERS-BY,
PASSING through huddled and ugly walls Comments and analysis of The Harbor by Carl Sandburg 60 Comments
Paula is digging and shaping the loam of a salvia,
PEA pods cling to stems. Comments and analysis of Pods by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
PENCILS
PIETRO has twenty red and blue balloons on a string.
PILE the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Comments and analysis of Grass by Carl Sandburg 538 Comments
PLAY it across the table.
POLAND, France, Judea ran in her veins, Comments and analysis of An Electric Sign Goes Dark by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
POLICEMAN in front of a bank 3 A.M. … lonely.
RED barns and red heifers spot the green
RED drips from my chin where I have been eating. Comments and analysis of Fight by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
RED gold of pools, Comments and analysis of Harvest Sunset by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
REMEMBRANCE for a great man is this.
RIDING against the east,
RINGS of iron gray smoke; a woman’s steel face … looking … looking.
ROSES and gold
RUM tiddy um, Comments and analysis of Potato Blossom Songs and Jigs by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
SAND of the sea runs red
SELL me a violin, mister, of old mysterious wood. Comments and analysis of Kreisler by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
SEVEN nations stood with their hands on the jaws of death.
SHAKE back your hair, O red-headed girl. Comments and analysis of Red-headed Restaurant Cashier by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
Shaken,
She loves blood-red poppies for a garden to walk in.
SHE sits in the dust at the walls
Shine on, O moon of summer. Comments and analysis of Back Yard by Carl Sandburg 4 Comments
SIX street ends come together here.
SLEEP is a maker of makers. Birds sleep. Feet cling to a perch. Look at the balance. Let the legs loosen, the backbone untwist, the head go heavy over, the whole works tumbles a done bird off the perch.
Sling me under the sea. Comments and analysis of Bones by Carl Sandburg 8 Comments
SMASH down the cities. Comments and analysis of And They Obey by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
SMOKE of autumn is on it all.
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Comments and analysis of Smoke and Steel by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
SNOW took us away from the smoke valleys into white mountains, we saw velvet blue cows eating a vermillion grass and they gave us a pink milk.
SNUB nose, the guts of twenty mules are in your cylinders and transmission. Comments and analysis of New Farm Tractor by Carl Sandburg 38 Comments
Sobs En Route to a Penitentiary
SOMEBODY loses whenever somebody wins. Comments and analysis of Crapshooters by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
SOMEBODY’S little girl—how easy to make a sob story over who she was once and who she is now.
SOMEWHERE you and I remember we came.
SPEAK, sir, and be wise. Comments and analysis of Basket by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
STORMS have beaten on this point of land
STROLLING along Comments and analysis of Docks by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
STRONG rocks hold up the riksdag bridge … always strong river waters shoving their shoulders against them … Comments and analysis of Two Items by Carl Sandburg 4 Comments
Stuff of the moon Comments and analysis of Nocturne In A Deserted Brickyard by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
STYLE--go ahead talking about style. Comments and analysis of Style by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
SUNDAY night and the park policemen tell each other it Comments and analysis of Picnic Boat by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
Take a hold now
TEN miles of flat land along the sea. Comments and analysis of Sandpipers by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
TEN minutes now I have been looking at this. Comments and analysis of Ready to Kill by Carl Sandburg 76 Comments
THE BABY moon, a canoe, a silver papoose canoe, sails and sails in the Indian west. Comments and analysis of Early Moon by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
THE BALLOONS hang on wires in the Marigold Gardens.
THE BOY Alexander understands his father to be a famous lawyer. Comments and analysis of Boy and Father by Carl Sandburg 20 Comments
THE BRASS medallion profile of your face I keep always.
THE BRIDGE says: Come across, try me; see how good I am.
THE BUFFALOES are gone. Comments and analysis of Buffalo Dusk by Carl Sandburg 4 Comments
THE CHICK in the egg picks at the shell, cracks open one oval world, and enters another oval world.
THE CHILD Margaret begins to write numbers on a Saturday morning, the first numbers formed under her wishing child fingers.
The child's wonder Comments and analysis of Child Moon by Carl Sandburg 440 Comments
THE dago shovelman sits by the railroad track Comments and analysis of Child of the Romans by Carl Sandburg 5 Comments
THE DANCING girls here … after a long night of it …
THE DOME of the capitol looks to the Potomac river.
THE DOUBLE moon, one on the high back drop of the west, one on the curve of the river face,
THE FINE cloth of your love might be a fabric of Egypt, Comments and analysis of They Buy With an Eye to Looks by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
THE FLUTTER of blue pigeon’s wings
THE fog comes Comments and analysis of Fog by Carl Sandburg 232 Comments
THE Government--I heard about the Government and
THE GRAVE of Alexander Hamilton is in Trinity yard at the end of Wall Street.
THE HAGGARD woman with a hacking cough and a deathless love whispers of white Comments and analysis of Cups of Coffee by Carl Sandburg 4 Comments
THE HIGH horses of the sea broke their white riders
THE HORSE’S name was Remorse.
THE KNEES
THE LADY in red, she in the chile con carne red,
THE LAW says you and I belong to each other, George.
THE LAWYERS, Bob, know too much. Comments and analysis of The Lawyers Know Too Much by Carl Sandburg 20 Comments
THE MARE Alix breaks the world’s trotting record one day. I see her heels flash down the dust of an Illinois race track on a summer afternoon. I see the timekeepers put their heads together over stopwatches, and call to the grand stand a split second is clipped off the old world’s record and a new world’s record fixed.
THE MILK drops on your chin, Helga, Comments and analysis of Winter Milk by Carl Sandburg 5 Comments
The monotone of the rain is beautiful, Comments and analysis of Monotone by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
THE MOUTH of this man is a gaunt strong mouth. Comments and analysis of A Tall Man by Carl Sandburg 64 Comments
THE owl-car clatters along, dogged by the echo Comments and analysis of Old Woman by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
THE PAWN-SHOP man knows hunger, Comments and analysis of Street Window by Carl Sandburg 4 Comments
THE PEACE of great doors be for you. Comments and analysis of For You by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
THE POLICEMAN buys shoes slow and careful; Comments and analysis of Psalm of Those Who Go Forth Before Daylight by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
THE RIVER is gold under a sunset of Illinois. Comments and analysis of Letter S by Carl Sandburg 204 Comments
THE ROSES slanted crimson sobs Comments and analysis of Testimony Regarding a Ghost by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
THE SEA at its worst drives a white foam up,
THE SEA is large.
The sea is never still. Comments and analysis of Young Sea by Carl Sandburg 8 Comments
THE SEA rocks have a green moss. Comments and analysis of Home Thoughts by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
THE SEA-WASH never ends.
THE shadows of the ships Comments and analysis of Sketch by Carl Sandburg 5 Comments
THE SHALE and water thrown together so-so first of all,
THE SHEETS of night mist travel a long valley. Comments and analysis of Mist Forms by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
THE single clenched fist lifted and ready, Comments and analysis of Choose by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. Comments and analysis of The Sins of Kalamazoo by Carl Sandburg 7 Comments
THE SIX month child
THE SNOW piles in dark places are gone.
THE SUMMER shirt sale of a downtown haberdasher is glorified in a show-window slang: everybody understands the language: red dots, yellow circles, blue anchors, and dove-brown hooks, these perform explosions in color: stripes and checks fight for the possession of front lines and salients: detectives, newsies, teameoes, niggers, all stop, look, and listen: the shirt sale and the show window kick at the street with a noise joyous as a clog dancer: the ensemble is a challenge to the ghost who walks on paydays.
THE SUNSET swept
THE TELESCOPE picks off star dust
THE TIME has gone by.
THE WASHERWOMAN is a member of the Salvation Army. Comments and analysis of Washerwoman by Carl Sandburg 4 Comments
THE WEST window is a panel of marching onions.
THE WIND stops, the wind begins.
THE WISHES on this child’s mouth
THE working girls in the morning are going to work-- Comments and analysis of Working Girls by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
The young child, Christ, is straight and wise
THEN came, Oscar, the time of the guns. Comments and analysis of Long Guns by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
THERE are no handles upon a language Comments and analysis of Languages by Carl Sandburg 5 Comments
THERE are places I go when I am strong.
THERE is a blue star, Janet, Comments and analysis of Baby Toes by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
THERE is a wolf in me … fangs pointed for tearing gashes … a red tongue for raw meat … and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go. Comments and analysis of Wilderness by Carl Sandburg 275 Comments
THERE is a woman on Michigan Boulevard keeps a parrot and goldfish and two white mice.
THERE is something terrible
THERE was a high majestic fooling Comments and analysis of Laughing Corn by Carl Sandburg 50 Comments
THERE was a wild pigeon came often to Hinkley’s timber. Comments and analysis of Timber Wings by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
THERE was a woman tore off a red velvet gown
THERE will be a rusty gun on the wall, sweetheart,
THERE’S a hole in the bottom of the sea.
THERE'S Chamfort. He's a sample.
THESE are the tawny days: your face comes back.
THEY all want to play Hamlet. Comments and analysis of They All Want to Play Hamlet by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
THEY are crying salt tears
THEY ask me to handle bronzes
THEY have painted and sung
THEY have taken the ball of earth
They offer you many things, Comments and analysis of Choices by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
THEY put up big wooden gods.
THEY were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.” Comments and analysis of Alley Rats by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
THIN sheets of blue smoke among white slabs … near the shingle mill … winter morning.
THIRTY-TWO Greeks are dipping their feet in a creek.
THIS handful of grass, brown, says little. This quarter mile field of it, waving seeds ripening in the sun, is a lake of luminous firefly lavender.
THIS is the song I rested with: Comments and analysis of Mammy Hums by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
THIS Mohammedan colonel from the Caucasus yells with his voice and wigwags with his arms.
Thousands of sheep, soft-footed, black-nosed sheep-- Comments and analysis of Sheep by Carl Sandburg 4 Comments
THREE tailors of Tooley Street wrote: We, the People. Comments and analysis of Three Ghosts by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
THREE violins are trying their hearts.
THREE walls around the town of Tela when I came.
THROW roses on the sea where the dead went down. Comments and analysis of Throw Roses by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
To Certain Poets About to Die Comments and analysis of The Right to Grief by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
TO have your face left overnight
To the Williamson Brothers Comments and analysis of In a Breath by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
TODAY I will let the old boat stand Comments and analysis of Waiting by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
TOMB of a millionaire, Comments and analysis of Graceland by Carl Sandburg 5 Comments
TWENTY men stand watching the muckers. Comments and analysis of Muckers by Carl Sandburg 5 Comments
TWO fishes swimming in the sea, Comments and analysis of Laughing Blue Steel by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
TWO Swede families live downstairs and an Irish policeman upstairs, and an old soldier, Uncle Joe.
Under the harvest moon, Comments and analysis of Under the Harvest Moon by Carl Sandburg 24 Comments
UNDERTAKERS, hearse drivers, grave diggers, Comments and analysis of To Certain Journeymen by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
WAGON WHEEL GAP is a place I never saw
WANDERING oversea dreamer, Comments and analysis of Prayers After World War by Carl Sandburg 24 Comments
WHAT can we say of the night?
WHAT cry of peach blossoms Comments and analysis of Peach Blossoms by Carl Sandburg 5 Comments
WHAT do we see here in the sand dunes of the white
WHAT does the hangman think about Comments and analysis of The Hangman at Home by Carl Sandburg 6 Comments
WHAT was the name you called me?—
WHEN Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, he forgot the copperheads and the assassin … in the dust, in the cool tombs. Comments and analysis of Cool Tombs by Carl Sandburg 56 Comments
WHEN the jury files in to deliver a verdict after weeks of direct and cross examinations, hot clashes of lawyers and cool decisions of the judge,
WHEN the sea is everywhere
WHILE the hum and the hurry Comments and analysis of Under a Hat Rim by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
WHITE MOON comes in on a baby face.
WHO knows what I know Comments and analysis of Nights Nothings Again by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
WHY shall I keep the old name? Comments and analysis of Blacklisted by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
WHY should I be wondering Comments and analysis of Humming Bird Woman by Carl Sandburg 8 Comments
WISHES left on your lips
Women of night life amid the lights Comments and analysis of It Is Much by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
WONDER as of old things
WRITE your wishes Comments and analysis of Corn Hut Talk by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
YELLOW dust on a bumble Comments and analysis of Troths by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
YES, the Dead speak to us. Comments and analysis of Yes, the Dead Speak to Us by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
You came from the Aztecs
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Comments and analysis of To a Contemporary Bunkshooter by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
You have spoken the answer. Comments and analysis of The Answer by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
YOU never come back. Comments and analysis of Mill-Doors by Carl Sandburg 3 Comments
YOU will come one day in a waver of love, Comments and analysis of Dream Girl by Carl Sandburg 2 Comments
YOUR bony head, Jazbo, O dock walloper, Comments and analysis of Singing Nigger by Carl Sandburg 6 Comments
YOUR bow swept over a string, and a long low note Comments and analysis of Jan Kubelik by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment
YOUR eyes and the valley are memories.
YOUR western heads here cast on money, Comments and analysis of A Coin by Carl Sandburg 8 Comments
YOUR white shoulders
YOUR whitelight flashes the frost to-night Comments and analysis of Whitelight by Carl Sandburg 1 Comment


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