Carl Sandburg People Poems

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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I painted on the roof of a skyscraper.
I painted a long while and called it a day's work.
The people on the corner swarmed and the traffic cop's whistle never let up all afternoon.
They were the same as bugs, many bugs on their way--
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The little girl saw her first troop parade and asked,
'What are those?'
'Soldiers.'
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Wilson and Pilcer and Snack stood before the zoo elephant.
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Lincoln?
He was a mystery in smoke and flags
Saying yes to the smoke, yes to the flags,
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MY people are gray,
pigeon gray, dawn gray, storm gray.
I call them beautiful,
and I wonder where they are going.
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I TELL them where the wind comes from,
Where the music goes when the fiddle is in the box.
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DID I see a crucifix in your eyes
and nails and Roman soldiers
and a dusk Golgotha?
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I TOOK away three pictures.
One was a white gull forming a half-mile arch from the pines toward Waukegan.
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