Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo
Shovel them under and let me work—                I am the grass;
I cover all
And pile them high at

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...

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

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

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
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The lyrical form of th...

HE Government—I heard about the Government and     I went out to find it
I said I would look closely at     it when I saw it
Then I saw a policeman dragging a drunken man to     the callaboose
It was the Government in action

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
...

You will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun will be on your skin,
The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,

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

OG 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:
They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your pain...

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