Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

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Carl August Sandburg (January 6, 1878 – July 22, 1967) was a Swedish-American poet, biographer, journalist, and editor. He won three Pulitzer Prizes: two for his poetry and one for his biography of Abraham Lincoln. During his lifetime, Sandburg was widely regarded as "a major figure in contemporary literature", especially for volumes of his collected verse, including Chicago Poems (1916), Cornhuskers (1918), and Smoke and Steel (1920).
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Bricklayer Love

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I thought of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store
I don't care like I used to;
I lay bricks straighter than I used to and I sing slower handling the trowel afternoons
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Happiness

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I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness
And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands of men
They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though I was trying to fool with
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I Am The People The Mob

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I AM the people — the mob—the crowd—the mass
Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me
I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the     world's food and clothes
I am the audience that witnesses history
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The Mayor Of Gary

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I asked the mayor of Gary about the 12-hour day and the 7-day week
And the mayor of Gary answered more workmen steal time on the job in Gary than any other place in the United States
"Go into the plants and you will see men sitting ...
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Fight

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Red drips from my chin where I have been eating
Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off my mouth
Clots of red mess my
And the tiger, the buffalo, know how
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A Coin

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Your western heads here cast on money,
You are the two that fade away together,               Partners in the mist
Lunging buffalo shoulder,               Lean Indian face,
We who come after where you are
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Lost

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Desolate and lone All night long on the lake Where fog trails and mist creeps,
The whistle of a boat Calls and cries unendingly,
Like some lost child In tears and trouble Hunting the harbor's breast And the harbor's eyes
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Threes

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I was a boy when I heard three red words a thousand Frenchmen died in the streets for:
Liberty,
Equality,
Fraternity—I asked why men die for words
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Fog

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HE fog comeson little cat feet
It sits lookingover harbor and cityon silent haunchesand then moves on
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Choose

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HE single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting
Choose: For we meet by one or the other
Composition date is unknown - the above date represents the first publication date
The lyrical form of th...
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Evening Waterfall

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What is the name you called me
— And why did you go so soon
The crows lift their caws on the wind,
And the wind changed and was lonely
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Horses And Men In Rain

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Let us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter's day, gray wind pattering frozen raindrops on the window,
And let us talk about milk wagon drivers and grocery delivery boys
Let us keep our feet in wool slippers and mix hot punches—and t...
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Hope Is A Tattered Flag

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Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time
Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in
The evening star inviolable over the coal mines,
The shimmer of northern lights across a bitter winter night,
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The Year

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I A storm of white petals,
Buds throwing open baby fists Into hands of broad flowers
II Red roses running upward,
Clambering to the clutches of life Soaked in crimson
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Sixteen Months

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On the lips of the child Janet float changing dreams
It is a thin spiral of blue smoke,
A morning campfire at a mountain lake
On the lips of the child Janet,
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Death Snips Proud Men

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TH is stronger than all the governments because the governments are men and men die and then death laughs:
Now you see 'em, now you don't
Death is stronger than all proud men and so death snips proud men on the nose, throws a pair of dic...
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