written by Carl SandburgAmong the red guns,
In the hearts of soldiers
Running free blood
In the long, long campaign:
Dreams go on.
Among the leather saddles,
In the heads of soldiers
Heavy in the wracks and kills
Of all straight fighting:
Dreams go on.
Among the hot muzzles,
In the hands of soldiers
Brought from flesh-folds of women--
Soft amid the blood and crying--
In all your hearts and heads
Among the guns and saddles and muzzles:
Dreams,
Dreams go on,
Out of the dead on their backs,
Broken and no use any more:
Dreams of the way and the end go on.
Carl Sandburg
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Sun 01.24.2010 at 20:24
Shine on, O moon of summer.
Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak,
All silver under your rain to-night.
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Mon 01.18.2010 at 19:42
Cover me over
In dusk and dust and dreams.
Cover me over
And leave me alone.
Cover me over,
You tireless, great.
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Sat 01.16.2010 at 22:22
Musings of a Police Reporter in the Identification Bureau
You have loved forty women, but you have only one thumb.
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Fri 01.08.2010 at 18:43
I shall never forget you, Broadway
Your golden and calling lights.
I?ll remember you long,
Tall-walled river of rush and play.
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Fri 12.04.2009 at 09:21
Into the blue river hills
The red sun runners go
And the long sand changes
And to-day is a goner
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Wed 12.02.2009 at 21:12
My shirt is a token and symbol,
more than a cover for sun and rain,
my shirt is a signal,
and a teller of souls.