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").
Woman With A Past
There was a woman tore off a red velvet gownAnd slashed the white skin of her right shoulderAnd a crimson zigzag wrote a finger nail hurry.There was..
© Carl Sandburg
Wistful
WISHES left on your lipsThe mark of their wings.Regrets fly kites in your eyes.
© Carl Sandburg
Winter Milk
THE MILK drops on your chin, Helga,Must not interfere with the cranberry red of your cheeksNor the sky winter blue of your eyes.Let your mammy keep..
© Carl Sandburg
Window
Night from a railroad car windowIs a great, dark, soft thingBroken across with slashes of light.
© Carl Sandburg
Windflower Leaf
This flower is repeatedout of old winds, out ofold times.The wind repeats these, itmust have these, over andover again.Oh, windflowers so fresh,Oh..
© Carl Sandburg
Wind Song
LONG ago I learned how to sleep,In an old apple orchard where the wind swept by counting its money andthrowing it away,In a wind-gaunt orchard where..
© Carl Sandburg
Wilderness
THERE is a wolf in me ... fangs pointed for tearing gashes ... a red tongue for rawmeat ... and the hot lapping of blood-I keep this wolf because the..
© Carl Sandburg
Who Am I?
My head knocks against the stars.My feet are on the hilltops.My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores ofuniversal life.Down in the sounding foam..
© Carl Sandburg
Whitelight
Your whitelight flashes the frost to-nightMoon of the purple and silent west.Remember me one of your lovers of dreams.
© Carl Sandburg
White Shoulders
Your white shouldersI rememberAnd your shrug of laughter.Low laughterShaken slowFrom your white shoulders.
© Carl Sandburg
White Hands
FOR the second time in a year this lady with the white hands is brought to thewest room second floor of a famous sanatorium.Her husband is a cornice..
© Carl Sandburg
White Ash
THERE is a woman on Michigan Boulevard keeps a parrot and goldfish and twowhite mice.She used to keep a houseful of girls in kimonos and three..
© Carl Sandburg
Whirls
NEITHER rose leaves gathered in a jar-respectably in Boston-these-nor drops ofChrist blood for a chalice-decently in Philadelphia or..
© Carl Sandburg
Whiffletree
GIVE me your anathema.Speak new damnations on my head.The evening mist in the hills is soft.The boulders on the road say communion.The farm dogs look..
© Carl Sandburg
Weeds
FROM the time of the early radishesTo the time of the standing cornSleepy Henry Hackerman hoes.There are laws in the village against weeds.The law..
© Carl Sandburg
Washerwoman
THE WASHERWOMAN is a member of the Salvation Army.And over the tub of suds rubbing underwear cleanShe sings that Jesus will wash her sins awayAnd the..
© Carl Sandburg
Wars
In the old wars drum of hoofs and the beat of shod feet.In the new wars hum of motors and the tread of rubber tires.In the wars to come silent wheels..
© Carl Sandburg
Waiting
Today I will let the old boat standWhere the sweep of the harbor tide comes inTo the pulse of a far, deep-steady sway.And I will rest and dream and..
© Carl Sandburg
Village In Late Summer
LIPS half-willing in a doorway.Lips half-singing at a window.Eyes half-dreaming in the walls.Feet half-dancing in a kitchen.Even the clocks half-yawn..
© Carl Sandburg
Vaudeville Dancer
ELSIE FLIMMERWON, you got a job now with a jazz outfit in vaudeville.The houses go wild when you finish the act shimmying a fast shimmy to TheLivery..
© Carl Sandburg
Valley Song
Your eyes and the valley are memories.Your eyes fire and the valley a bowl.It was here a moonrise crept over the timberline.It was here we turned the..
© Carl Sandburg
Upstream
The strong men keep coming on.They go down shot, hanged, sick, broken.They live on, fighting, singing, lucky as plungers.The strong men ... they keep..
© Carl Sandburg
Upstairs
I too have a garret of old playthings.I have tin soldiers with broken arms upstairs.I have a wagon and the wheels gone upstairs.I have guns and a..
© Carl Sandburg
Uplands In May
Wonder as of old thingsFresh and fair come backHangs over pasture and road.Lush in the lowland grasses riseAnd upland beckons to upland.The great..
© Carl Sandburg
Under The Harvest Moon
Under the harvest moon,When the soft silverDrips shimmeringOver the garden nights,Death, the gray mocker,Comes and whispers to youAs a beautiful..
© Carl Sandburg