Carl Sandburg Poems

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1.
Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
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2.
Arithmetic

Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your
    head.
Arithmetic tell you how many you lose or win if you know how
    many you had before you lost or won.
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3.
Chicago

Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
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4.
Autumn Movement

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper
   sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
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5.
At A Window

Give me hunger,
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and want,
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6.
All Day Long

All day long in fog and wind,
The waves have flung their beating crests
Against the palisades of adamant.
My boy, he went to sea, long and long ago,
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7.
Among The Red Guns

Among the red guns,
In the hearts of soldiers
Running free blood
In the long, long campaign:
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8.
A Coin

Your western heads here cast on money,
You are the two that fade away together,
Partners in the mist.
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9.
A Father To His Son

A father sees his son nearing manhood.
What shall he tell that son?
'Life is hard; be steel; be a rock.'
And this might stand him for the storms
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10.
Grass

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work--
          I am the grass; I cover all.
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