Carl Sandburg

1878-1967 / Male / American
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Accomplished FactsEVERY year Emily Dickinson sent one friend / the first arbutus bud in her garden. / In a last will and testament Andrew Jackson
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A CoinYour western heads here cast on money, / You are the two that fade away together, / Partners in the mist.
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Adelaide CrapseyAMONG the bumble-bees in red-top hay, a freckled field of brown-eyed Susans dripping yellow leaves in July, / I read your heart in a book. / And your mouth of blue pansy-I know somewhere I have seen it rain-shattered.
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A. E. F.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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A FenceNow 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
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AlixTHE MARE Alix breaks the world's trotting record one day. I see her heels flash down the dust of an Illinois race track on a summer afternoon. I see the timekeepers put their heads together over stopwatches, and call to the grand stand a split second is clipped off the old world's record and a new world's record fixed. / I see the mare Alix led away by men in undershirts and streaked faces. Dripping Alix in foam of white on the harness and shafts. And the men in undershirts kiss her ears and rub her nose, and tie blankets on her, and take her away to have the sweat sponged. / I see the grand stand jammed with prairie people yelling themselves hoarse. Almost the grand stand and the crowd of thousands are one pair of legs and one voice standing up and yelling hurrah.
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All Day LongAll day long in fog and wind, / The waves have flung their beating crests / Against the palisades of adamant.
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Alley RatsTHEY were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of "lilacs." / And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise / Of "mutton chops," "galways," "feather dusters."
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Always the MobJESUS emptied the devils of one man into forty hogs and the hogs took the edge of a high rock and dropped off and down into the sea: a mob. / The sheep on the hills of Australia, blundering fourfooted in the sunset mist to the dark, they go one way, they hunt one sleep, they find one pocket of grass for all. / Karnak? Pyramids? Sphinx paws tall as a coolie? Tombs kept for kings and sacred cows? A mob.
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A Million Young Workmen, 1915A MILLION young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the grass and roads, / And the million are now under soil and their rottening flesh will in the years feed roots of blood-red roses. / Yes, this million of young workmen slaughtered one another and never saw their red hands.
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