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| 931. | Prayers of Steel by Carl Sandburg | | LAY me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar.
Let me pry loose old walls.
Let me lift and loosen old foundations.
Lay me on ... |
| 932. | Sandhill People by Carl Sandburg | | I TOOK away three pictures.
One was a white gull forming a half-mile arch from the pines toward Waukegan.
One was a whistle in the little sandhills,... |
| 933. | Under A Telephone Pole by Carl Sandburg | | I AM a copper wire slung in the air,
Slim against the sun I make not even a clear line of shadow.
Night and day I keep singing--humming and thrummin... |
| 934. | Adelaide Crapsey by Carl Sandburg | | AMONG 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.
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| 935. | Aprons of Silence by Carl Sandburg | | MANY things I might have said today.
And I kept my mouth shut.
So many times I was asked
To come and say the same things
Everybody was saying, no ... |
| 936. | Ashurnatsirpal III by Carl Sandburg | | THREE walls around the town of Tela when I came.
They expected everything of those walls;
Nobody in the town came out to kiss my feet.
I knocked... |
| 937. | Baby Vamps by Carl Sandburg | | BABY vamps, is it harder work than it used to be?
Are the new soda parlors worse than the old time saloons?
Baby vamps, do you have jobs in the da... |
| 938. | Clinton South of Polk by Carl Sandburg | | I WANDER down on Clinton street south of Polk
And listen to the voices of Italian children quarreling.
It is a cataract of coloratura
And I could s... |
| 939. | Crabapple Blossoms by Carl Sandburg | | SOMEBODY’S little girl—how easy to make a sob story over who she was once and who she is now.
Somebody’s little girl—she played once under a ... |
| 940. | Crapshooters by Carl Sandburg | | SOMEBODY loses whenever somebody wins.
This was known to the Chaldeans long ago.
And more: somebody wins whenever somebody loses.
This too was in t... |
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