Poems by Carl Sandburg

Sling me under the sea.Pack me down in the salt and wet.No farmer’s plow shall touch my bones.No ...

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

The monotone of the rain is beautiful,And the sudden rise and slow relapseOf the long multitu...

Box cars run by a mile long.And I wonder what they say to each otherWhen they stop a mile long on...

Cool your heels on the rail of an observation car.Let the engineer open her up for ninety miles a...

Fling your red scarf faster and faster, dancer.It is summer and the sun loves a million green lea...

I wanted a man's face looking into the jaws and throat of lifeWith something proud on his fac...

You have spoken the answer.A child searches far sometimesInto the red dust ...

Desolate and loneAll night long on the lakeWhere fog trails and mist creeps,The whistle of a boat...

The lawyers, Bob, know too much.They are chums of the books of the old John Marshall.They know it...

I remember once I ran after you and tagged the fluttering shirt of you in the wind.Once many...

Here is a thing my heart wishes the world had more of:
I heard it in the air of one night when I ...

The shadows of the shipsRock on the crestIn the low blue lustreOf the tardy and the soft inrollin...

Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar.
Let me pry loose old walls. ...

Bees and a honeycomb in the dried head of a horse in a pasture corner—a skull in the tall grass a...