Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Flying Fish

I HAVE lived in many half-worlds myself ... and so I know you.I leaned at a deck rail watching a monotonous sea, the same circling birds andthe same..

© Carl Sandburg

Flux

Sand of the sea runs redWhere the sunset reaches and quivers.Sand of the sea runs yellowWhere the moon slants and wavers.

© Carl Sandburg

Flat Lands

FLAT lands on the end of town where real estate men are crying newsubdivisions,The sunsets pour blood and fire over you hundreds and hundreds of..

© Carl Sandburg

Flash Crimson

I SHALL cry God to give me a broken foot.I shall ask for a scar and a slashed nose.I shall take the last and the worst.I shall be eaten by gray..

© Carl Sandburg

Flanders

Flanders, the name of a place, a country of people,Spells itself with letters, is written in books."Where is Flanders?" was asked one time,Flanders..

© Carl Sandburg

Five Towns On The B. & O.

BY day ... tireless smokestacks ... hungry smoky shanties hanging to the slopes... crooning: We get by, that's all.By night ... all lit up .....

© Carl Sandburg

Five Cent Balloons

PIETRO has twenty red and blue balloons on a string.They flutter and dance pulling Pietro's arm.A nickel apiece is what they sell for.Wishing..

© Carl Sandburg

Fish Crier

I know a Jew fish crier down on Maxwell Street with a voice like a north windblowing over corn stubble in January.He dangles herring before..

© Carl Sandburg

Fire-Logs

Nancy Hanks dreams by the fire;Dreams, and the logs sputter,And the yellow tongues climb.Red lines lick their way in flickers.Oh, sputter, logs.Oh..

© Carl Sandburg

Fire Pages

I will read ashes for you, if you ask me.I will look on the fire and tell you from the gray lashesAnd out of the red and black tongues and stripes,I..

© Carl Sandburg

Fire Dreams

I REMEMBER here by the fire,In the flickering reds and saffrons,They came in a ramshackle tub,Pilgrims in tall hats,Pilgrims of iron jaws,Drifting by..

© Carl Sandburg

Finish

DEATH comes once, let it be easy.Ring one bell for me once, let it go at that.Or ring no bell at all, better yet.Sing one song if I die.Sing John..

© Carl Sandburg

Fight

Red drips from my chin where I have been eating.Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off my mouth.Clots of red mess my hairAnd the tiger..

© Carl Sandburg

Fellow Citizens

I drank musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club withthe millionaire manufacturer of Green River butterone nightAnd his face had the shining light of..

© Carl Sandburg

Far Rockaway Night Till Morning

WHAT can we say of the night?The fog night, the moon night, the fog moon night last night?There swept out of the sea a song.There swept out of the..

© Carl Sandburg

Falltime

GOLD of a ripe oat straw, gold of a southwest moon,Canada thistle blue and flimmering larkspur blue,Tomatoes shining in the October sun with red..

© Carl Sandburg

Excerp From The People, Yes

The little girl saw her first troop parade and asked,'What are those?''Soldiers.''What are soldiers?''They are for war. They fight and each tries to..

© Carl Sandburg

Evening Waterfall

What is the name you called me?--And why did you go so soon?The crows lift their caws on the wind,And the wind changed and was lonely.The warblers..

© Carl Sandburg

Eleventh Avenue Racket

There is something terribleabout a hurdy-gurdy,a gipsy man and woman,and a monkey in red flannelall stopping in front of a big housewith a sign “For..

© Carl Sandburg

Elephants Are Different To Different People

Wilson and Pilcer and Snack stood before the zoo elephant.Wilson said, 'What is its name? Is it from Asia or Africa? Who feedsit? Is it a he or a..

© Carl Sandburg

Early Moon

THE BABY moon, a canoe, a silver papoose canoe, sails and sails in the Indianwest.A ring of silver foxes, a mist of silver foxes, sit and sit around..

© Carl Sandburg

Dynamiter

I sat with a dynamiter at supper in a German saloon eating steak and onions.And he laughed and told stories of his wife and children and the cause of..

© Carl Sandburg

Dusty Doors

Child of the Aztec gods,how long must we listen here,how long before we go?The dust is deep on the lintels.The dust is dark on the doors.If the..

© Carl Sandburg

Dust

Here is dust remembers it was a roseone time and lay in a woman's hair.Here is dust remembers it was a womanone time and in her hair lay a rose.Oh..

© Carl Sandburg

Dunes

What do we see here in the sand dunes of the white moon alone with ourthoughts, Bill,Alone with our dreams, Bill, soft as the women tying scarves..

© Carl Sandburg