Posted by Daniel R Stout on 25 September 2006 at 2:12 PM
Languages by Carl Sandburg There are no handles upon a language Whereby men take hold of it And mark it with signs for its remembrance. It is a river, this language, Once in a thousand years Breaking a new course… Read More »
GOVERNMENT by Carl Sandburg The Government—I heard about the Government and I went out to find it. I said I would look closely at it when I saw it. Then I saw a policeman dragging a drunken man to the… Read More »
POEMS DONE ON A LATE NIGHT CAR by Carl Sandburg I. CHICKENS I am The Great White Way of the city: When you ask what is my desire, I answer: “Girls fresh as country wild flowers, With young faces tired… Read More »