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").

Circles Of Doors

I LOVE him, I love him, ran the patter of her lipsAnd she formed his name on her tongue and sangAnd she sent him word she loved him so much,So much..

© Carl Sandburg

Chords

IN the morning, a Sunday morning, shadows of sea and adumbrants of rock inher eyes ... horseback in leather boots and leather gauntlets by the sea.In..

© Carl Sandburg

Choose

The single clenched fist lifted and ready,Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.Choose:For we meet by one or the other.

© Carl Sandburg

Choices

They offer you many things,I a few.Moonlight on the play of fountains at nightWith water sparkling a drowsy monotone,Bare-shouldered, smiling women..

© Carl Sandburg

Child Moon

The child's wonderAt the old moonComes back nightly.She points her fingerTo the far silent yellow thingShining through the branchesFiltering on the..

© Carl Sandburg

Child Margaret

THE CHILD Margaret begins to write numbers on a Saturday morning, the firstnumbers formed under her wishing child fingers.All the numbers come..

© Carl Sandburg

Child

The young child, Christ, is straight and wiseAnd asks questions of the old men, questionsFound under running water for all childrenAnd found under..

© Carl Sandburg

Chicks

THE CHICK in the egg picks at the shell, cracks open one oval world, and entersanother oval world.'Cheep... cheep... cheep' is the salutation of the..

© Carl Sandburg

Chicago Poet

I saluted a nobody.I saw him in a looking-glass.He smiled--so did I.He crumpled the skin on his forehead, frowning--so did I.Everything I did he..

© Carl Sandburg

Chicago

Hog Butcher for the World,Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;Stormy, husky, brawling,City of the Big..

© Carl Sandburg

Chasers

THE SEA at its worst drives a white foam up,The same sea sometimes so easy and rocking with green mirrors.So you were there when the white foam was..

© Carl Sandburg

Chamfort

There's Chamfort. He’s a sample.Locked himself in his library with a gun,Shot off his nose and shot out his right eye.And this Chamfort knew how to..

© Carl Sandburg

Cartoon

I AM making a Cartoon of a Woman. She is the People.She is the Great Dirty Mother.And Many Children hang on her Apron, crawl at herFeet, snuggle at..

© Carl Sandburg

Carlovingian Dreams

COUNT these reminiscences like money.The Greeks had their picnics under another name.The Romans wore glad rags and told their neighbors, 'What of it?..

© Carl Sandburg

Calls

BECAUSE I have called to youas the flame flamingo calls,or the want of a spotted hawkis called-because in the duskthe warblers shoot the..

© Carl Sandburg

California City Landscape

On a mountain-side the real estate agentsPut up signs marking the city lots to be sold there.A man whose father and mother were IrishRan a goat farm..

© Carl Sandburg

Cahoots

PLAY it across the table.What if we steal this city blind?If they want any thing let 'em nail it down.Harness bulls, dicks, front office men,And the..

© Carl Sandburg

Cadenza

THE KNEESof this proud womanare bone.The elbowsof this proud womanare bone.The summer-white starsand the winter-white starsnever stop circlingaround..

© Carl Sandburg

Caboose Thoughts

IT'S going to come out all right-do you know?The sun, the birds, the grass-they know.They get along-and we'll get along.Some days will be rainy and..

© Carl Sandburg

Buttons

I have been watching the war map slammed up for advertising in front of thenewspaper office.Buttons—red and yellow buttons—blue and black buttons—are..

© Carl Sandburg

Buffalo Dusk

THE BUFFALOES are gone.And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands and how they pawed the prairie sodinto dust..

© Carl Sandburg

Buffalo Bill

BOY heart of Johnny Jones-aching to-day?Aching, and Buffalo Bill in town?Buffalo Bill and ponies, cowboys, Indians?Some of us knowAll about it..

© Carl Sandburg

Buckwheat

THERE was a late autumn cricket,And two smoldering mountain sunsetsUnder the valley roads of her eyes.There was a late autumn cricket,A hangover of..

© Carl Sandburg

Bronzes

IThe bronze General Grant riding a bronze horse in Linc-oln ParkShrivels in the sun by day when the motor cars whirrby in long processions going..

© Carl Sandburg

Broken-Face Gargoyles

ALL I can give you is broken-face gargoyles.It is too early to sing and dance at funerals,Though I can whisper to you I am looking for an undertaker..

© Carl Sandburg