Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Jungheimer's - Poem by Carl Sandburg

In western fields of corn and northern timber lands,
They talk about me, a saloon with a soul,
The soft red lights, the long curving bar,
The leather seats and dim corners,
Tall brass spittoons, a nigger cutting ham,
And the painting of a woman half-dressed thrown reckless across a bed after a night of booze and riots.


Comments about Jungheimer's by Carl Sandburg

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: woman, red, night, women



Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



[Report Error]