Carl Sandburg Poems

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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Sobs En Route to a Penitentiary


Good-by now to the streets and the clash of wheels and
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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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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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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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