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| 951. | My People by Carl Sandburg | | MY people are gray,
pigeon gray, dawn gray, storm gray.
I call them beautiful,
and I wonder where they are going.... |
| 952. | Out of White Lips by Carl Sandburg | | OUT of white lips a question: Shall seven million dead ask for their blood a little land for the living wives and children, a little land for the livi... |
| 953. | Palladiums by Carl Sandburg | | IN the newspaper office—who are the spooks?
Who wears the mythic coat invisible?
Who pussyfoots from desk to desk
with a speakin... |
| 954. | Pals by Carl Sandburg | | Take a hold now
On the silver handles here,
Six silver handles,
One for each of his old pals.
Take hold
And lift him down the stairs,
Put him ... |
| 955. | Panels by Carl Sandburg | | THE WEST window is a panel of marching onions.
Five new lilacs nod to the wind and fence boards.
The rain dry fence boards, the stained knot holes, ... |
| 956. | Passers-By by Carl Sandburg | | PASSERS-BY,
Out of your many faces
Flash memories to me
Now at the day end
Away from the sidewalks
Where your shoe soles traveled
And your voice... |
| 957. | Paula by Carl Sandburg | | NOTHING else in this song—only your face.
Nothing else here—only your drinking, night-gray eyes.
The pier runs into the lake straight as a r... |
| 958. | Peach Blossoms by Carl Sandburg | | WHAT cry of peach blossoms
let loose on the air today
I heard with my face thrown
in the pink-white of it all?
in the red whisper of it all?... |
| 959. | Pearl Fog by Carl Sandburg | | Open the door now.
Go roll up the collar of your coat
To walk in the changing scarf of mist.
Tell your sins here to the pearl fog
And know for o... |
| 960. | Pencils by Carl Sandburg | | PENCILS
telling where the wind comes from
open a story.
Pencils
telling where the wind goes
end a story.
These eager pencils
come... |
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