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Carl Sandburg's Poetry, by popularity

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  • The Hammer
    I have seen
    The old gods go
    10 lines
  • Troths
    Yellow dust on a bumble
    bee's wing,
    10 lines, 1 comment
  • The Sea Hold
    The sea is large.
    The sea hold on a leg of land in the Chesapeake hugs an early sunset and a last morning star over the oyster beds
    17 lines
  • Personality
    Musings of a Police Reporter in the Identification Bureau
    You have loved forty women, but you have only one thumb.
    15 lines, 1 comment
  • Poems Done On A Late Night Car
    I. CHICKENS
    I am The Great White Way of the city:
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • Statistics
    Napoleon shifted,
    Restless in the old sarcophagus
    21 lines, 1 comment
  • Shirt
    My shirt is a token and symbol,
    more than a cover for sun and rain,
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • The Right To Grief
    To Certain Poets About to Die
    Take your fill of intimate remorse, perfumed sorrow,
    34 lines, 1 comment
  • To Certain Journeymen
    Undertakers, hearse drivers, grave diggers,
    I speak to you as one not afraid of your business.
    11 lines, 1 comment
  • Two Neighbors
    Faces of two eternities keep looking at me.
    One is Omar Khayam and the red stuff
    13 lines, 1 comment
  • Omaha
    Red barns and red heiffers spot the green
    grass circles around Omaha--the farmers
    13 lines, 1 comment
  • Localities
    Wagon wheel gap is a place I never saw
    And Red Horse Gulch and the chutes of Cripple Creek.
    30 lines, 1 comment
  • Lawyer
    When the jury files in to deliver a verdict after weeks of direct and cross examinations, hot clashes
    of lawyers and cool decisions of the judge,
    8 lines, 1 comment
  • Salvage
    Guns on the battle lines have pounded now a year
    between Brussels and Paris.
    21 lines, 1 comment
  • Skyscraper
    By day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and
    has a soul.
    0 lines, 1 comment
  • Soiled Dove
    Let us be honest; the lady was not a harlot until she
    married a corporation lawyer who picked her from
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • Under A Hat Rim
    While the hum and the hurry
    Of passing footfalls
    13 lines, 1 comment
  • Old Timers
    I am an ancient reluctant conscript.
    On the soup wagons of Xerxes I was a cleaner of pans.
    15 lines, 1 comment
  • Plowboy
    After the last red sunset glimmer,
    Black on the line of a low hill rise,
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Pool
    Out of the fire
    Came a man sunken
    0 lines, 1 comment
  • The Red Son
    I love your faces I saw the many years
    I drank your milk and filled my mouth
    0 lines, 1 comment
  • The Shovel Man
    On the street
    Slung on his shoulder is a handle half way across,
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • The Walking Man Of Rodin
    Legs hold a torso away from the earth.
    And a regular high poem of legs is here.
    9 lines, 1 comment
  • Waiting
    Today I will let the old boat stand
    Where the sweep of the harbor tide comes in
    19 lines, 1 comment
  • Whitelight
    Your whitelight flashes the frost to-night
    Moon of the purple and silent west.
    3 lines, 1 comment
  • Improved Farm Land
    Tall timber stood here once, hee on a corn belt farm along the Monon.
    Here the roots of a half-mile of trees dug their runners deep in the loam for a grip and
    5 lines, 1 comment
  • Bas-Relief
    Five geese deploy mysteriously.
    Onward proudly with flagstaffs,
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • Dusty Doors
    Child of the Aztec gods,
    how long must we listen here,
    15 lines, 1 comment
  • Flanders
    Flanders, the name of a place, a country of people,
    Spells itself with letters, is written in books.
    18 lines, 1 comment
  • Noon Hour
    She sits in the dust at the walls
    And makes cigars,
    13 lines, 1 comment
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