by Carl Sandburg
There was a high majestic fooling Day before yesterday in the yellow corn. And day after to-morrow in the yellow corn There will be high majestic fooling. The ears ripen in late summer And come on with… Read the rest
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Prairie
by Carl Sandburg
I was born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of its women, gave me a song and a slogan. Here the water went down, the icebergs slid… Read the rest
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 an anvil, O God. Beat me… Read the rest
River Roads
by Carl Sandburg
Let the crows go by hawking their caw and caw. They have been swimming in midnights of coal mines somewhere. Let 'em hawk their caw and caw. Let the woodpecker drum and drum on a hickory stump.… Read the rest
How Gimme the Ax Found Out About the Zigzag Railroad
by Carl Sandburg
One day Gimme the Ax said to himself, “Today I go to the post office and around, looking around. Maybe I will hear about something happening last night when I was sleeping. Maybe a policeman began laughing … Read the rest
How They Broke Away to Go to Rootabaga Country
by Carl Sandburg
Gimme the Ax lived in a house where everything is the same as it always was.
“The chimney sits on top of the house and lets the smoke out,” said Gimme the Ax. “The doorknobs open the … Read the rest
How to Tell Corn Fairies If You See ‘Em
by Carl Sandburg
If you have ever watched the little corn begin to march across the black lands and then slowly change to big corn and go marching on from the little corn moon of summer to the big corn … Read the rest
Poker Face the Baboon and Hot Dog the Tiger
by Carl Sandburg
When the moon has a green rim with red meat inside and black seeds on the red meat, then in the Rootabaga Country they call it a Watermelon Moon and look for anything to happen.
It was … Read the rest
Autumn Movement
by Carl Sandburg
I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts. The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds. The northwest… Read the rest
Early Moon
by Carl Sandburg
The baby moon, a canoe, a silver papoose canoe, sails and sails in the Indian west. A ring of silver foxes, a mist of silver foxes, sit and sit around the Indian moon. One yellow star for… Read the rest