At a Window by Carl Sandburg

[Hieronymous House]

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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

[q***@gmail.com]

Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!

"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.

Maybe

Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg

They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”

Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb.
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

[Will Dockery]

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Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

True, being Carl Sandburg always helps...

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Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.
Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb.
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

...

[Will Dockery]

I give my opinions here every day, Nancy G.

:)

[Zod]

Post by Will Dockery
I give my opinions here every day, Nancy G.
:)

Even that is one...!

[Zod]

Carl Sandburg, hard to top the classics...

[Admiral Zod]

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Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

True, being Carl Sandburg always helps...

Post by q***@gmail.com

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.
Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb.
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

...

Must have been a trip...

[Zod]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

True, being Carl Sandburg always helps...

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.
Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb.
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

...

Interesting one...

[General Zod]

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Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.
Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb.
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

...

Out-damned-standing poetry...!!

[Z***@none.i2p]

Give me hunger, [/color

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Post by Hieronymous House
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and want,
Shut me out with shame and failure
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.
Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of "lilacs."
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of "mutton chops," "galways," "feather dusters."
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb..
Ah-hah these metaphors--and Ah-hah these boys--among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a "necktie party" ... if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

Classic Sandburg.....

[Will Dockery]

More introductions to the poetry of Carl Sandburg available here in the group archives.

:)

[Zod]

Post by Will Dockery
More introductions to the poetry of Carl Sandburg available here in the group archives.
:)

Great find, Doc....

[Will Dockery]

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Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.

...

To which Carl Sandburg would reply:

"Carl Sandburg then moves on to defend his poetic style. In his poem, “Style,” he admits for the benefit of Lowell, Frost, and other critics that perhaps his style is 'no good,' but he pleads, 'don’t take my style away. / It’s my face… / I talk with it, I sing with it, I see, taste and feel with it… / Kill my style… / and you blind Ty Cobb’s batting eye'..."

http://www.ashevillepoetryreview.com/2004/issue-14/carl-sandburg-chicago-poems

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Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb.
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

...

...

[NancyGene]

Post by Will Dockery

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Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.

"Carl Sandburg then moves on to defend his poetic style. In his poem, “Style,” he admits for the benefit of Lowell, Frost, and other critics that perhaps his style is 'no good,' but he pleads, 'don’t take my style away. / It’s my face… / I talk with it, I sing with it, I see, taste and feel with it… / Kill my style… / and you blind Ty Cobb’s batting eye'..."
http://www.ashevillepoetryreview.com/2004/issue-14/carl-sandburg-chicago-poems

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Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb.
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

...

...

Who is Scott C. Holstad and why should we consider his opinion? Who is Will Dockery, and does he have an opinion of his own?

[Will Dockery]

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Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.

"Carl Sandburg then moves on to defend his poetic style. In his poem, “Style,” he admits for the benefit of Lowell, Frost, and other critics that perhaps his style is 'no good,' but he pleads, 'don’t take my style away. / It’s my face… / I talk with it, I sing with it, I see, taste and feel with it… / Kill my style… / and you blind Ty Cobb’s batting eye'..."
http://www.ashevillepoetryreview.com/2004/issue-14/carl-sandburg-chicago-poems

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Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb.
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

...

Who is Scott C. Holstad

...

Since we are asking, who is "Nancy Gene"?

[Zod]

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Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.

"Carl Sandburg then moves on to defend his poetic style. In his poem, “Style,” he admits for the benefit of Lowell, Frost, and other critics that perhaps his style is 'no good,' but he pleads, 'don’t take my style away. / It’s my face… / I talk with it, I sing with it, I see, taste and feel with it… / Kill my style… / and you blind Ty Cobb’s batting eye'..."
http://www.ashevillepoetryreview.com/2004/issue-14/carl-sandburg-chicago-poems

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Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb.
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

...

Who is Scott C. Holstad

Since we are asking, who is "Nancy Gene"?

...

I have asked this question before... the N.G. name was used to harass Stephan Pickering, it is not a real name...

[Zod]

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Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.

"Carl Sandburg then moves on to defend his poetic style. In his poem, “Style,” he admits for the benefit of Lowell, Frost, and other critics that perhaps his style is 'no good,' but he pleads, 'don’t take my style away. / It’s my face… / I talk with it, I sing with it, I see, taste and feel with it… / Kill my style… / and you blind Ty Cobb’s batting eye'..."
http://www.ashevillepoetryreview.com/2004/issue-14/carl-sandburg-chicago-poems

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Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb..
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

....

...

Well put Doc...

[Zod]

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Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.

"Carl Sandburg then moves on to defend his poetic style. In his poem, “Style,” he admits for the benefit of Lowell, Frost, and other critics that perhaps his style is 'no good,' but he pleads, 'don’t take my style away. / It’s my face… / I talk with it, I sing with it, I see, taste and feel with it… / Kill my style… / and you blind Ty Cobb’s batting eye'..."
http://www.ashevillepoetryreview.com/2004/issue-14/carl-sandburg-chicago-poems

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Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb..
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

....

...

Good find Doc...

[Zod]

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Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.

"Carl Sandburg then moves on to defend his poetic style. In his poem, “Style,” he admits for the benefit of Lowell, Frost, and other critics that perhaps his style is 'no good,' but he pleads, 'don’t take my style away. / It’s my face… / I talk with it, I sing with it, I see, taste and feel with it… / Kill my style… / and you blind Ty Cobb’s batting eye'..."
http://www.ashevillepoetryreview.com/2004/issue-14/carl-sandburg-chicago-poems

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Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb..
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

....

...

Carl Sandburg at his best....

[Zod]

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Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.

"Carl Sandburg then moves on to defend his poetic style. In his poem, “Style,” he admits for the benefit of Lowell, Frost, and other critics that perhaps his style is 'no good,' but he pleads, 'don’t take my style away. / It’s my face… / I talk with it, I sing with it, I see, taste and feel with it… / Kill my style… / and you blind Ty Cobb’s batting eye'..."
http://www.ashevillepoetryreview.com/2004/issue-14/carl-sandburg-chicago-poems

Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb.
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

...

...

Kool...

[Will Dockery]

Post by q***@gmail.com

Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.
Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb.
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

...

The complete poems book, yes, but I've read some Carl Sandburg poems over the years, several that have been posted here by George Dance and others.

For another example, this one...

;)

[Zod]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by q***@gmail.com

Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.
Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb..
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

The complete poems book, yes, but I've read some Carl Sandburg poems over the years, several that have been posted here by George Dance and others.
For another example, this one...
;)

...

Dynamite poem...

[W.Dockery]

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Post by q***@gmail.com

Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.
Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb..
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

The complete poems book, yes, but I've read some Carl Sandburg poems over the years, several that have been posted here by George Dance and others.
For another example, this one...
;)

Dynamite poem...

...

Definitely one of his "greatest hits".

[Zod]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by q***@gmail.com

Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.
Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb..
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

The complete poems book, yes, but I've read some Carl Sandburg poems over the years, several that have been posted here by George Dance and others.
For another example, this one...
;)

...

Good examples of the Mighty Sandburg....

[Will Dockery]

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery

Post by q***@gmail.com

Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.
Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb..
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

The complete poems book, yes, but I've read some Carl Sandburg poems over the years, several that have been posted here by George Dance and others.
For another example, this one...

Dynamite poem...

...

Definitely one of his "greatest hits".

:)

[Zod]

Post by Hieronymous House
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
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

You would never be able to pass this off without being famous first. Abstraction , abstraction, adjective for an abstraction, etc. Pointless poetic-isms and archaisms. No imagery, etc.

Post by Hieronymous House
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.

oh god!
"dark room", "long loneliness", please slit your wrists now mr. sandburg.
Maybe
Alley Rats
by Carl Sandburg
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb.
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.

...

Quite interesting, I may read this at the party tonight...