PoemThe fog comes On little cat feet. It sits looking Over harbour and city On silent haunches And then moves on.Carl Sandburg1916★ 3.5
PoemPile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work- I am the grass; I cover all.Carl Sandburg1918★ 3.5
Poem · Epic poemThe people will live on. The learning and blundering people will live on. They will be tricked and sold and again sold And go back to the nourishing earth for rootholds.Carl Sandburg1936★ 3.4
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