Carl Sandburg Poems

Many things I might have said today.
And I kept my mouth shut.
So many times I was asked
To come and say the same things
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The sea is never still.
It pounds on the shore
Restless as a young heart,
Hunting.
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Now the stone house on the lake front is finished and the
workmen are beginning the fence.
The palings are made of iron bars with steel points that
can stab the life out of any man who falls on them.
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Guns,
Long, steel guns,
Pointed from the war ships
In the name of the war god.
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Sobs En Route to a Penitentiary


Good-by now to the streets and the clash of wheels and
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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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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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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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The child's wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
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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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