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| 961. | Pennsylvania by Carl Sandburg | | I HAVE been in Pennsylvania,
In the Monongahela and the Hocking Valleys.
In the blue Susquehanna
On a Saturday morning
I saw the mounted const... |
| 962. | People Who Must by Carl Sandburg | | I PAINTED on the roof of a skyscraper.
I painted a long while and called it a day’s work.
The people on a corner swarmed and the traffic cop’s w... |
| 963. | People With Proud Chins by Carl Sandburg | | I TELL them where the wind comes from,
Where the music goes when the fiddle is in the box.
Kids—I saw one with a proud chin, a sleepyhead,
An... |
| 964. | Personality by Carl Sandburg | | Musings of a Police Reporter in the Identification Bureau
YOU have loved forty women, but you have only one thumb.
You have led a hundred secret l... |
| 965. | Pick Offs by Carl Sandburg | | THE TELESCOPE picks off star dust
on the clean steel sky and sends it to me.
The telephone picks off my voice and
sends it cross country a thou... |
| 966. | Pigeon by Carl Sandburg | | THE FLUTTER of blue pigeon’s wings
Under a river bridge
Hunting a clean dry arch,
A corner for a sleep—
This flutters here in a woman’s hand... |
| 967. | Places by Carl Sandburg | | ROSES and gold
For you today,
And the flash of flying flags.
I will have
Ashes,
Dust in my hair,
Crushes of hoofs.
Your name
Fil... |
| 968. | Plaster by Carl Sandburg | | “I KNEW a real man once,” says Agatha in the splendor of a shagbark hickory tree.
Did a man touch his lips to Agatha? Did a man hold her in h... |
| 969. | 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 fac... |
| 970. | Pool by Carl Sandburg | | OUT of the fire
Came a man sunken
To less than cinders,
A tea-cup of ashes or so.
And I,
The gold in the house,
Writhed into a stiff pool.... |
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