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").
John Ericsson Day Memorial, 1918
INTO the gulf and the pit of the dark night, the cold night, there is a man goesinto the dark and the cold and when he comes back to his people he..
© Carl Sandburg
Jerry
Six years I worked in a knitting mill at a machineAnd then I married Jerry, the iceman, for a change.He weighed 240 pounds, and could hold me,Who..
© Carl Sandburg
Jazz Fantasia
Drum on your drums, batter on your banjoes,sob on the long cool winding saxophones.Go to it, O jazzmen.Sling your knuckles on the bottoms of the..
© Carl Sandburg
Jaws
Seven nations stood with their hands on the jaws of death.It was the first week in August, Nineteen Hundred Fourteen.I was listening, you were..
© Carl Sandburg
Jan Kubelik
Your bow swept over a string, and a long low note quivered to the air.(A mother of Bohemia sobs over a new child perfect learning to suck milk.)Your..
© Carl Sandburg
Jack London And O. Henry
BOTH were jailbirds; no speechmakers at all; speaking best with one foot on abrass rail; a beer glass in the left hand and the right hand employed..
© Carl Sandburg
Jack
Jack was a swarthy, swaggering son-of-a-gun.He worked thirty years on the railroad, ten hours a day, and his hands weretougher than sole leather.He..
© Carl Sandburg
Jabberers
I RISE out of my depths with my language.You rise out of your depths with your language.Two tongues from the depths,Alike only as a yellow cat and a..
© Carl Sandburg
Iron
Guns,Long, steel guns,Pointed from the war shipsIn the name of the war god.Straight, shining, polished guns,Clambered over with jackies in white..
© Carl Sandburg
Interior
In the cool of the night timeThe clocks pick off the pointsAnd the mainsprings loosen.They will need winding.One of these daysthey will need..
© Carl Sandburg
In The Shadow Of The Palace
LET us go out of the fog, John, out of the filmy persistent drizzle on the streets ofStockholm, let us put down the collars of our raincoats, take..
© Carl Sandburg
In Tall Grass
BEES and a honeycomb in the dried head of a horse in a pasture corner-a skull inthe tall grass and a buzz and a buzz of the yellow honey-hunters.And..
© Carl Sandburg
In A Breath
To the Williamson BrothersHigh noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenueasphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors.Women trapsing along in..
© Carl Sandburg
In A Back Alley
Remembrance for a great man is this.The newsies are pitching pennies.And on the copper disk is the man’s face.Dead lover of boys, what do you ask for..
© Carl Sandburg
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..
© Carl Sandburg
Illinois Farmer
BURY this old Illinois farmer with respect.He slept the Illinois nights of his life after days of work in Illinois cornfields.Now he goes on a long..
© Carl Sandburg
Ice Handler
I know an ice handler who wears a flannel shirt with pearl buttons the size of adollar,And he lugs a hundred-pound hunk into a saloon ice-box, helps..
© Carl Sandburg
I Sang
I sang to you and the moonBut only the moon remembers.I sangO reckless free-heartedfree-throated rythms,Even the moon remembers themAnd is kind to me.
© Carl Sandburg
I Am The People, The Mob
I Am the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.Do you know that all the great work of the world isdone through me?I am the workingman, the inventor..
© Carl Sandburg
Hydrangeas
Dragoons, I tell you the white hydrangeas turn rust and go soon.Already mid September a line of brown runs over them.One sunset after another tracks..
© Carl Sandburg
Humming Bird Woman
WHY should I be wonderingHow you would look in black velvet and yellow? in orange and green?I who cannot remember whether it was a dash of blueOr a..
© Carl Sandburg
Humdrum
IF I had a million lives to liveand a million deaths to diein a million humdrum worlds,I'd like to change my nameand have a new house number to go..
© Carl Sandburg
How Yesterday Looked
THE HIGH horses of the sea broke their white ridersOn the walls that held and counted the hoursThe wind lasted.Two landbirds looked on and the north..
© Carl Sandburg
How Much?
HOW much do you love me, a million bushels?Oh, a lot more than that, Oh, a lot more.And to-morrow maybe only half a bushel?To-morrow maybe not even a..
© Carl Sandburg
House
TWO Swede families live downstairs and an Irish policeman upstairs, and an oldsoldier, Uncle Joe.Two Swede boys go upstairs and see Joe. His wife is..
© Carl Sandburg