Selected Poems of Carl SandburgHere are 167 of Carl Sandburg's poems which are expressive of the Middle West. The editor has chosen representative poems from four volumes: Chicago poems, Cornhuskers, Smoke and steel, and Slabs of the Sunburnt West. |
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Popular passages
Page 30 - Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.
Page 29 - 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 Shoulders...
Page 140 - PILE the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work — I am the grass; I cover all.
Page 29 - Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities...
Page 29 - They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys. And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to kill again.
Page 56 - When are you going to quit making the carpenters build emergency hospitals for women and girls driven crazy with wrecked nerves from your gibberish about Jesus— I put it to you again: Where do you get that stuff; what do you know about Jesus?
Page 84 - I speak of new cities and new people. I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes. I tell you yesterday is a wind gone down, A sun dropped in the west I tell you there is nothing in the world Only an ocean of tomorrows, A sky of tomorrows.
Page 75 - Prairie" : 1 was born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of its women, gave me a song and a slogan.
Page 201 - LOSERS If I should pass the tomb of Jonah I would stop there and sit for a while; Because I was swallowed one time deep in the dark And came out alive after all. If I pass the burial spot of Nero I shall say to the wind, "Well, well!"— I who have fiddled in a world on fire, I who have done so many stunts not worth the doing. I am looking for the grave of Sinbad too. I want to shake his ghost-hand and say, "Neither of us died very early, did we?
Page 60 - It is the men and women, boys and girls so poured in and out all day that give the building a soul of dreams and thoughts and memories. (Dumped in the sea or fixed in a desert, who would care for the building or speak its name or ask a policeman the way to it?) Elevators slide on their cables and tubes catch letters and parcels and iron pipes carry gas and water in and sewage out. Wires climb with secrets, carry light and carry words, and tell terrors and profits and loves— curses of men grappling...