Carl Sandburg Poems

The mouth of this man is a gaunt strong mouth.
The head of this man is a gaunt strong head.
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I heard a woman's lips
Speaking to a companion
Say these words:
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Strolling along
By the teeming docks,
I watch the ships put out.
Black ships that heave and lunge
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To the Williamson Brothers


High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue
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Seven nations stood with their hands on the jaws of death.
It was the first week in August, Nineteen Hundred Fourteen.
I was listening, you were listening, the whole world was listening,
And all of us heard a Voice murmuring:
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I have love
And a child,
A banjo
And shadows.
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They have painted and sung
the women washing their hair,
and the plaits and strands in the sun,
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Fling your red scarf faster and faster, dancer.
It is summer and the sun loves a million green leaves, masses of green.
Your red scarf flashes across them calling and a-calling.
The silk and flare of it is a great soprano leading a chorus
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Many birds and the beating of wings
Make a flinging reckless hum
In the early morning at the rocks
Above the blue pool
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