Poems by Carl Sandburg

There are no handles upon a language
Whereby men take hold of it
And mark it with signs for its...

To the Williamson BrothersHigh noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum ...

Shine on, O moon of summer.
Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak,
All silver under y...

I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny ...

Shaken,
The blossoms of lilac,
And shattered,
The atoms of purple.
Green dip the leaves, ...

How much do you love me, a million bushels?
Oh, a lot more than that, Oh, a lot more.

And...

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow i...

Bend low again, night of summer stars.
So near you are, sky of summer stars,
So near, a long-arm...

Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the...

Night from a railroad car window
Is a great, dark, soft thing
Broken across with slashes of light.

(Written to be read aloud, if so be, Thanksgiving Day)
I remember here by the fire,
In the flicke...

Blossoms of babiesBlinking their storiesCome softOn the dusk and the babble;Little red gamblers,H...

Play it across the table.What if we steal this city blind?If they want any thing let 'em nail it ...

The horse's name was Remorse.There were people said, "Gee, what a nag!"And they were Edgar Allan ...

I wish to God I never saw you, Mag.
I wish you never quit your job and came along with me.
I wish...