Poems by Carl Sandburg

Poems by Carl Sandburg

Lost, by Carl Sandburg

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

The Lawyers Know Too Much, by Carl Sandburg

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

Shirt, by Carl Sandburg

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

Home, by Carl Sandburg

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

Sketch, by Carl Sandburg

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

Prayers of Steel, by Carl Sandburg

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

Testament, by Carl Sandburg

I give the undertakers permission to haul my body
to the graveyard and to lay away all, the hea...

Experience, by Carl Sandburg

This morning I looked at the map of the dayAnd said to myself, “This is the way! This is the way ...

Humdrum, by Carl Sandburg

If I had a million lives to live
and a million deaths to die
in a million humdrum worlds,
...

The Right to Grief, by Carl Sandburg

To Certain Poets About to DieTake your fill of intimate remorse, perfumed sorrow,Over the dead ch...

At a Window, by Carl Sandburg

Give me hunger,
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and want,...

Chicago, by Carl Sandburg

        Hog Butcher for the World,        Tool maker, Stacker of Wheat,        Player with Railro...

I am the People, the Mob, by Carl Sandburg

I am the people—the mob—the crowd—the mass.Do you know that all the great work of the world is do...

Fog, by Carl Sandburg

The fog comeson little cat feet.
It sits looking over harbor and cityon silent haunchesand then m...

In Tall Grass, by Carl Sandburg

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