Carl Sandburg's Poetry, by first line

• Eleventh Avenue Racket

  There is something terrible
  about a hurdy-gurdy,

  20 lines, 1 comment
• Languages

  THERE are no handles upon a language
  Whereby men take hold of it

  23 lines, 1 comment
• Government

  THE Government--I heard about the Government and
  I went out to find it. I said I would look closely at

  29 lines, 1 comment
• Choose

  THE single clenched fist lifted and ready,
  Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.

  4 lines, 1 comment
• Bronzes

  I
  THE bronze General Grant riding a bronze horse in Linc-

  27 lines, 1 comment
• They Will Say

  OF my city the worst that men will ever say is this:
  You took little children away from the sun and the dew,

  7 lines, 1 comment
• Jack

  JACK was a swarthy, swaggering son-of-a-gun.
  He worked thirty years on the railroad, ten hours a day,

  12 lines, 1 comment
• Death Snips Proud Men

  DEATH is stronger than all the governments because
  the governments are men and men die and then

  14 lines, 2 comments
• Manitoba Childe Roland

  LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shingles
  &nbs

  49 lines, 1 comment
• Ready to Kill

  TEN minutes now I have been looking at this.
  I have gone by here before and wondered about it.

  26 lines, 1 comment
• Harrison Street Court

  I HEARD a woman's lips
  Speaking to a companion

  15 lines, 1 comment
• Chicago

  HOG Butcher for the World,
  Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,

  44 lines, 4 comments
• Basket

  speak, sir, and be wise.
  Speak choosing your words, sir, like an old woman over a bushel of apples.

  2 lines
• Young Bullfrogs

  Jimmy Wimbleton listened a first week in June.
  Ditches along prairie roads of Northern Illinois

  8 lines
• An Electric Sign Goes Dark

  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.

  24 lines
• Ashurnatsirpal III

  Three walls around the town of Tela when I came.
  They expected everything of those walls;

  13 lines
• Broken Tabernacles

  Have I broken the smaller tabernacles, O Lord?
  And in the destruction of these set up the greater and massive, the everlasting tabernacles?

  6 lines, 1 comment
• Autumn Movement

  I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
  The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mot

  4 lines, 1 comment
• Baby Face

  White moon comes in on a baby face.
  The shafts across her bed are flimmering.

  10 lines
• Baby Toes

  There is a blue star, Janet,
  Fifteen years’ ride from us,

  11 lines, 2 comments
• Baby Vamps

  Baby vamps, is it harder work than it used to be?
  Are the new soda parlors worse than the old time saloons?

  9 lines
• Baltic Fog Notes

  Seven days all fog, all mist, and the turbines pounding through high seas.
  I was a plaything, a rat’s neck in the teeth of a scuffling mastiff.

  20 lines
• Band Concert

  Band concert public square Nebraska city. Flowing and circling dresses, summer-white dresses. Faces, flesh tints flung like sprays of cherry blossoms. And gigg

  5 lines
• Cool Tombs

  When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs he forgot
  the copperheads and the assassin . . . in the dust, in the

  14 lines, 2 comments
• Sixteen Months

  On the lips of the child Janet float changing dreams.
  It is a thin spiral of blue smoke,

  6 lines, 1 comment
• Interior

  In the cool of the night time
  The clocks pick off the points

  54 lines, 1 comment
• The Year

  I
  A storm of white petals,

  18 lines, 1 comment
• River Roads

  Let the crows go by hawking their caw and caw.
  They have been swimming in midnights of coal mines somewhere.

  11 lines, 1 comment
• Neighbors

  On Forty-first Street
  near Eighth Avenue

  18 lines, 1 comment
• Threes

  I was a boy when I heard three red words
  a thousand Frenchmen died in the streets

  18 lines, 1 comment

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