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-BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Cornhuskers. 1918.
Index of First Lines
- A forefinger of stone, dreamed by a sculptor, points to the sky
- A goldwing moth is between the scissors and the ink bottle
- A million young workmen straight and strong lay stiff
- Among the bumble-bees in red-top hay
- A storm of white petals
- Baby moon, a canoe, a silver papoose canoe, The
- Band concert public square Nebraska city
- Bees and a honeycomb in the dried head of a horse
- Bilbea, I was in Babylon on Saturday night
- Blossoms of babies
- Body of Jesus taken down from the cross
- Boy heart of Johnny Jones—aching to-day?
- Brass medallion profile of your face I keep always, The
- Bury this old Illinois farmer with respect
- Chatter of birds two by two raises a night song
- Chick in the egg picks at the shell, The
- Child Margaret begins to write numbers, The
- Cool your heels on the rail of an observation car
- Cover me over
- Days of the dead men, Danny
- Empty battlefields keep their phantoms
- Five circus clowns dying this year
- Flanders, the name of a place, a country of people
- Flat lands on the end of town where real estate men
- For a woman’s face remembered as a spot of quick light
- Gold of a ripe oat straw, gold of a southwest moon
- Have I told any man to be a liar for my sake?
- Have me in the blue and the sun
- He lived on the wings of storm
- Here in a cage the dollars come down
- Here is a face that says half-past seven
- How many feet ran with sunlight, water, and air?
- Huntington sleeps in a house six feet long
- I am an ancient reluctant conscript
- I am making a Cartoon of a Woman. She is the People
- I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts
- I don’t blame the kettle drums—they are hungry
- If I had a million lives to live
- I give the undertakers permission to haul my body
- I have kept all, not one is thrown away
- In Abraham Lincoln’s city
- In the cool of the night time
- In the loam we sleep
- In the newspaper office—who are the spooks?
- In the Shenandoah Valley, one rider gray and one rider blue
- Into the blue river hills
- Into the gulf and the pit of the dark night
- I remember here by the fire
- I remember the Chillicothe ball players
- I rise out of my depths with my language
- I saluted a nobody
- I saw a mouth jeering. A smile of melted red iron ran over it
- I sit in a chair and read the newspapers
- I thought of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer
- I too have a garret of old playthings
- It’s a lean car … a long-legged dog of a car
- It’s going to come out all right—do you know?
- I was born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat
- Jabowsky’s place is on a side street
- Jesus emptied the devils of one man into forty hogs
- Jimmy Wimbleton listened a first week in June
- John Brown’s body under the morning stars
- Last night a January wind was ripping at the shingles
- Lay me on an anvil, O God
- Leaves of poplars pick Japanese prints against the west
- Let me be monosyllabic to-day, O Lord
- Let the crows go by hawking their caw and caw
- Let us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter’s day
- Lips half-willing in a doorway
- Make war songs out of these
- Mare Alix breaks the world’s trotting record one day, The
- Mouth of this man is a gaunt strong mouth, The
- Nancy Hanks dreams by the fire
- Now that a crimson rambler
- On the lips of the child Janet float changing dreams
- On the one hand the steel works
- Out of white lips a question: Shall seven million dead ask
- Papa Joffre, the shoulders of him wide as the land of France
- Pawn-shop man knows hunger, The
- Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo
- Policeman buys shoes slow and careful, The
- Rum tiddy um
- Sea is large, The
- Sell me a violin, mister, of old mysterious wood
- Smoke of autumn is on it all
- Summer shirt sale of a downtown haberdasher is glorified, The
- There are places I go when I am strong
- There is a wolf in me … fangs pointed for tearing gashes
- There was a high majestic fooling
- They are crying salt tears
- They have taken the ball of earth
- Thin sheets of blue smoke among white slabs
- Thirty-two Greeks are dipping their feet in a creek
- This is the song I rested with
- Three walls around the town of Tela when I came
- Two Swede families live downstairs and an Irish policeman upstairs
- Wagon Wheel Gap is a place I never saw
- Washerwoman is a member of the Salvation Army, The
- When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs
- When the jury files in to deliver a verdict after weeks
- White Moon comes in on a baby face
- Your bony head, Jazbo, O dock walloper
- Your eyes and the valley are memories
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