written by Carl SandburgSmash down the cities.
Knock the walls to pieces.
Break the factories and cathedrals, warehouses
and homes
Into loose piles of stone and lumber and black
burnt wood:
You are the soldiers and we command you.
Build up the cities.
Set up the walls again.
Put together once more the factories and cathedrals,
warehouses and homes
Into buildings for life and labor:
You are workmen and citizens all: We
command you.
Carl Sandburg
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Sun 02.27.2011 at 09:22
Guns on the battle lines have pounded now a year
between Brussels and Paris.
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Fri 02.25.2011 at 00:22
The brass medallion profile of your face I keep always.
It is not jingling with loose change in my pockets.
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Thu 02.17.2011 at 11:26
I drank musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with
the millionaire manufacturer of Green River butter
one night
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Mon 02.14.2011 at 15:34
EMILY DICKINSON:
You gave us the bumble bee who has a soul,
The everlasting traveler among the hollyhocks,
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Wed 02.09.2011 at 11:41
I will read ashes for you, if you ask me.
I will look on the fire and tell you from the gray lashes
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Sat 01.15.2011 at 04:15
Give me hunger,
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and want,