Carl Sandburg Poems

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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Five geese deploy mysteriously.
Onward proudly with flagstaffs,
Hearses with silver bugles,
Bushes of plum-blossoms dropping
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Guns,
Long, steel guns,
Pointed from the war ships
In the name of the war god.
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What is the name you called me?--
And why did you go so soon?

The crows lift their caws on the wind,
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Let a joy keep you.
Reach out your hands
And take it when it runs by,
As the Apache dancer
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Today I will let the old boat stand
Where the sweep of the harbor tide comes in
To the pulse of a far, deep-steady sway.
And I will rest and dream and sit on the deck
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I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
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There will be a rusty gun on the wall, sweetheart,
The rifle grooves curling with flakes of rust.
A spider will make a silver string nest in the
darkest, warmest corner of it.
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Shine on, O moon of summer.
Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak,
All silver under your rain to-night.
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