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• Lost

  Desolate and lone
  All night long on the lake
  Where fog trails and mist creeps, …

  Carl Sandburg

• Jan Kubelik

  Your bow swept over a string, and a long low note quivered to the air.
  (A mother of Bohemia sobs over a new child, perfect, learning to suck milk.)
  Your bow ran fast over all the high strings fluttering and wild. …

  Carl Sandburg

• At a Window

  Give me hunger,
  O you gods that sit and give
  The world its orders. …

  Carl Sandburg

• The Poor

  Among the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and red crag and was amazed;
  On the beach where the long push under the endless tide maneuvers, I stood silent;
  Under the stars on the prairie watching the Dipper slant over the horizon’s grass, I was full of thoughts. …

  Carl Sandburg

• The Road and the End

  I shall foot it
  Down the roadway in the dusk,
  Where shapes of hunger wander …

  Carl Sandburg

• Killers

  I am singing to you
  Soft as a man with a dead child speaks;
  Hard as a man in handcuffs, …

  Carl Sandburg

• Nocturne in a Deserted Brickyard

  Stuff of the moon
  Runs on the lapping sand
  Out to the longest shadows. …

  Carl Sandburg

• Handfuls

  Blossoms of babies
  Blinking their stories
  Come soft …

  Carl Sandburg

• Choose

  The single clenched fist lifted and ready,
  Or the open asking band held out and waiting.
  Choose: …

  Carl Sandburg

• Kin

  Brother, i am fire
  Surging under the ocean floor.
  I shall never meet you, brother— …

  Carl Sandburg

• Places

  Roses and gold
  For you today,
  And the flash of flying flags. …

  Carl Sandburg

• Joy

  Let a joy keep you.
  Reach out your hands
  And take it when it runs by, …

  Carl Sandburg

• The Great Hunt

  I can not tell you now;
  When the wind’s drive and whirl
  Blow me along no longer, …

  Carl Sandburg

• Our Prayer of Thanks

  god,
  for the gladness here where the sun is shining at evening on the weeds at the river,
  Our prayer of thanks. …

  Carl Sandburg

• To Thee

  White foam flower, red flame flower
  On my tree of delight.
  Lean from the shadow …

  Clara Shanafelt

• Caprice

  Who will be naming the wind
  That lifts me and leaves me;
  Swelleth my budding flame, …

  Clara Shanafelt

• A Vivid Girl

  Her face is fair and smooth and fine,
  Childlike, with secret laughter lit,
  Drooping in pity, bright with wit, …

  Clara Shanafelt

• Pastel

  She has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness,
  Like pale streams winding far and hills withdrawn
  From the bright reaches of the noon. Dawn …

  Clara Shanafelt

• A Gallant Woman

  She burst fierce wine
  From the tough skin of pain,
  Like wind that wrings from rigid skies …

  Clara Shanafelt

• Scherzo

  The elder’s bridal in July,
  Bright as a cloud!
  A ripe blonde girl, …

  Clara Shanafelt

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