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").
Monotone
The monotone of the rain is beautiful,And the sudden rise and slow relapseOf the long multitudinous rain.The sun on the hills is beautiful,Or a..
© Carl Sandburg
Monosyllabic
Let me be monosyllabic to-day, O Lord.Yesterday I loosed a snarl of words on a fool, on a child.To-day, let me be monosyllabic . . . . a crony of old..
© Carl Sandburg
Momus
Momus is the name men give your face,The brag of its tone, like a long low steamboat whistleFinding a way mid mist on a shoreland,Where gray rocks..
© Carl Sandburg
Mohammed Bek Hadjetlache
THIS Mohammedan colonel from the Caucasus yells with his voice and wigwagswith his arms.The interpreter translates, 'I was a friend of Kornilov, he..
© Carl Sandburg
Mist Forms
THE SHEETS of night mist travel a long valley.I know why you came at sundown in a scarf mist.What was it we touched asking nothing and asking all?How..
© Carl Sandburg
Mill-Doors
You never come back.I say good-by when I see you going in the doors,The hopeless open doors that call and waitAnd take you then for—how many cents a..
© Carl Sandburg
Memoranda
THIS handful of grass, brown, says little. This quarter mile field of it, wavingseeds ripening in the sun, is a lake of luminous firefly..
© Carl Sandburg
Memoir Of A Proud Boy
HE lived on the wings of storm.The ashes are in Chihuahua.Out of Ludlow and coal towns in ColoradoSprang a vengeance of Slav miners, Italians, Scots..
© Carl Sandburg
Medallion
The brass medallion profile of your face I keep always.It is not jingling with loose change in my pockets.It is not stuck up in a show place on the..
© Carl Sandburg
Maybe
Maybe he believes me, maybe not.Maybe I can marry him, maybe not.Maybe the wind on the prairie,The wind on the sea, maybe,Somebody, somewhere, maybe..
© Carl Sandburg
Masses
Among the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and red crag and wasamazed;On the beach where the long push under the endless tide maneuvers, I..
© Carl Sandburg
Mask
Fling your red scarf faster and faster, dancer.It is summer and the sun loves a million green leaves, masses of green.Your red scarf flashes across..
© Carl Sandburg
Mascots
I WILL keep you and bring hands to hold you against a great hunger.I will run a spear in you for a great gladness to die with.I will stab you between..
© Carl Sandburg
Margaret
Many birds and the beating of wingsMake a flinging reckless humIn the early morning at the rocksAbove the blue poolWhere the gray shadows swim..
© Carl Sandburg
Manufactured Gods
THEY put up big wooden gods.Then they burned the big wooden godsAnd put up brass gods andChanging their minds suddenlyKnocked down the brass gods and..
© Carl Sandburg
Manual System
Mary has a thingamajig clamped on her earsAnd sits all day taking plugs out and sticking plugs in.Flashes and flashes--voies and voicescalling for..
© Carl Sandburg
Manitoba Childe Roland
LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shinglesover our house and whistling a wolf song under theeaves.I sat in a leather rocker and read to a..
© Carl Sandburg
Man, The Man-Hunter
I SAW Man, the man-hunter,Hunting with a torch in one handAnd a kerosene can in the other,Hunting with guns, ropes, shackles.I listenedAnd the high..
© Carl Sandburg
Mamie
MAMIE beat her head against the bars of a little Indianatown and dreamed of romance and big things offsomewhere the way the railroad trains all..
© Carl Sandburg
Mag
I wish to God I never saw you, Mag.I wish you never quit your job and came along with me.I wish we never bought a license and a white dressFor you to..
© Carl Sandburg
Love Beyond Keeping
She had a boxwith a million red bandanas for him.She gave them to himone by one or by thousands,saying then she had not enough for him.She had..
© Carl Sandburg
Lost
Desolate and loneAll night long on the lakeWhere fog trails and mist creeps,The whistle of a boatCalls and cries unendingly,Like some lost childIn..
© Carl Sandburg
Losses
I have loveAnd a child,A banjoAnd shadows.(Losses of God,All will goAnd one dayWe will holdOnly the shadows.)
© Carl Sandburg
Losers
IF I should pass the tomb of JonahI would stop there and sit for awhile;Because I was swallowed one time deep in the darkAnd came out alive after..
© Carl Sandburg
Long Guns
THEN came, Oscar, the time of the guns.And there was no land for a man, no land for a country,Unless guns sprang upAnd spoke their language.The how..
© Carl Sandburg