Carl Sandburg Poems

Now the stone house on the lake front is finished and the
workmen are beginning the fence.
The palings are made of iron bars with steel points that
can stab the life out of any man who falls on them.
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Sobs En Route to a Penitentiary


Good-by now to the streets and the clash of wheels and
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The sea is never still.
It pounds on the shore
Restless as a young heart,
Hunting.
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Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.
Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in white
The evening star inviolable over the coal mines,
The shimmer of northern lights across a bitter winter night,
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The child's wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
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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.
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Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town.
Far off
Everybody loved her.
So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold
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Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
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Night from a railroad car window
Is a great, dark, soft thing
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A million young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the grass and roads,
And the million are now under soil and their rottening flesh
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