Poeticous Logo
fr
English Español Français Italiano
Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

Monosyllabic

LET me be monosyllabic to-day, O Lord.  
Yesterday I loosed a snarl of words on a fool,  
       on a child.  
To-day, let me be monosyllabic … a crony of old men  
       who wash sunlight in their fingers and    
       enjoy slow-pacing clocks.

Cornhuskers. 1918.

#Americans

Vous avez aimé cette lecture ? Offrez-nous un café !.
Votre aide nous permet d'exister.
Autres oeuvres par Carl Sandburg...
Splinter

The voice of the last cricket across the first frost is one kind of good-by. It is so thin a splinter of singin…
Flat Lands

FLAT lands on the end of town where real estate men are crying new subdivisions, The sunsets pour blood and fire over you hundreds and hundreds of nights, flat lands—blood and fire of...
To a Contemporary Bunkshooter

You come along. . . tearing your s… Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What do you know about Jesus? Jesus had a way of talking soft an…
The Liars

(March, 1919)A LIAR goes in fin… A liar goes in rags. A liar is a liar, clothes or no cl… A liar is a liar and lives on the… And the stonecutters earn a living…
Handfuls

BLOSSOMS of babies Blinking their stories Come soft On the dusk and the babble; Little red gamblers,
Rusty Crimson

(Chirstmas Day, 1917)THE FIV… The red dust of a rusty crimson is… The timberline turns in a cover of… ‘Jesus in an Illinois barn early…
At a Window

Give me hunger, O you gods that sit and give The world its orders. Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure
 1
Accomplished Facts

Every year Emily Dickinson sent o… the first arbutus bud in her garde… In a last will and testament Andr… remembered a friend with the gift… Washington’s pocket spy-glass.
Laughing Corn

There was a high majestic fooling Day before yesterday in the yellow… And day after to-morrow in the yel… There will be high majestic foolin… The ears ripen in late summer
In Tall Grass

BEES and a honeycomb in the drie… And I ask no better a winding she… (over the earth and under the sun.… Let the bees go honey-hunting with… Let there be wings and yellow dust…
Jaws

SEVEN nations stood with their h… It was the first week in August,… I was listening, you were listenin… listening, And all of us heard a Voice murmu…
Hoodlums

I AM a hoodlum, you are a hoodlum… I hate and kill better men than I… In the ends of my fingers the itch… This is the hate my father gave me… Let us go on, brother hoodlums, le…
Bilbea

BILBEA, I was in Babylon on Sa… I saw nothing of you anywhere. I was at the old place and the oth… Have you gone to another house? or… Why don’t you write?
Grass

Pile the bodies high at Austerlit… Shovel them under and let me work— I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile them high at Ypres and V…
 1
Tangibles

(Washington, August, 1918)I HAV… I have seen this city in the night… And in the night and the moon I h… The float of the dome in the day a… The float of the dome in the night…



Haut