Carl Sandburg Poems

Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day’s close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
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Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.
Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in white
The evening star inviolable over the coal mines,
The shimmer of northern lights across a bitter winter night,
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The child's wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
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I saluted a nobody.
I saw him in a looking-glass.
He smiled--so did I.
He crumpled the skin on his forehead, frowning--so did I.
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Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town.
Far off
Everybody loved her.
So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold
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Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
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The sea is never still.
It pounds on the shore
Restless as a young heart,
Hunting.
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Night from a railroad car window
Is a great, dark, soft thing
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A million young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the grass and roads,
And the million are now under soil and their rottening flesh
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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?
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