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The term "pals" has been searched for 109 times on the American Poems site since November 4th, 2004.
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1. Pals - written by Carl Sandburg
From Chicago Poems.
Published in 1916.
Read 2180 times on American Poems.
Take a hold now
On the silver handles here,
Six silver handles,
One for each of his old pals.
Take hold
And lift him down the stairs,
Put him on the rollers
Over the floor of the hearse.
Take him on the last haul,
To the cold straight... (Read full poem)
2. Laughing Blue Steel - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel.
Published in 1922.
Read 1943 times on American Poems.
TWO fishes swimming in the sea,
Two birds flying in the air,
Two chisels on an anvil—maybe.
Beaten, hammered, laughing blue steel to each other—maybe.
Sure I would rather be a chisel with you than a fish.
Sure I would rather be a chisel... (Read full poem)
3. Christmas At The Orphanage - written by Bill Knott
Read 889 times on American Poems.
But if they'd give us toys and twice the stuff most
parents splurge on the average kid, orphans, I submit, need more than enough;
in fact, stacks wrapped with our names nearly hid
the tree: these sparkling allotments yearly
guaranteed a lack... (Read full poem)
4. Dream Song 71: Spellbound held subtle Henry all his four - written by John Berryman
From 77 Dream Songs.
Published in 1964.
Read 1279 times on American Poems.
Spellbound held subtle Henry all his four
hearers in the racket of the market
with ancient signs, infamous characters,
new rythms. On the steps he was beloved,
hours a day, by all his four, or more,
depending. And they paid him.
It was not,... (Read full poem)
5. Dream Song 120: Foes I sniff, when I have less to shout - written by John Berryman
From His Toy, His Dream, His Rest.
Published in 1968.
Read 481 times on American Poems.
Foes I sniff, when I have less to shout
or murmur. Pals alone enormous sounds
downward & up bring real.
Loss, deaths, terror. Over & out,
beloved: thanks for cabbage on my wounds:
I'll feed you how I feel:—
of avocado moist with... (Read full poem)
7. An Electric Sign Goes Dark - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel.
Published in 1922.
Read 1434 times on American Poems.
POLAND, France, Judea ran in her veins,
Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at the pop of a bottle’s cork.
“Won’t you come and play wiz me” she sang … and “I just can’t make my eyes... (Read full poem)
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