Contents ( 199)
- Publisher’s Note
- Contents
- Introduction
- CHICAGO
- IMAGES
- POEMS OF PROTEST
- LOVE POEMS
- LINCOLN
- ANTI-WAR AND WAR POEMS
- PORTRAITS
- AFRICAN-AMERICANS
- POET OF THE PEOPLE
- MUSINGS
- POETRY DEFINITIONS
- A Note on the Text
- Chicago
- Chicago
- Halsted Street Car
- The Workingmen
- Fish Crier
- Muckers
- Mill-Doors
- Mag
- Onion Days
- Dynamiter
- Mamie
- Working Girls
- Trafficker
- Harrison Street Court
- Gone
- Soiled Dove
- Old Woman
- Washerwoman
- Gypsy Mother
- Implications
- Graceland
- Skyscraper
- The People, Yes
- The Windy City
- Images
- Fog
- Sketch
- Lost
- Flux
- Nocturne in a Deserted Brickyard
- Window
- Sunset from Omaha Hotel Window
- Prairie Waters by Night
- Bee Song
- Bumble Bee Days
- Jan Kubelik
- Chinese Letters or Korean
- Painted Fishes
- These Valleys Seem Old
- Three Pieces on the Smoke of Autumn
- Poems of Protest
- Billy Sunday
- The Eastland
- Anna Imroth
- The Hammer
- Child of the Romans
- Southern Pacific
- ’Boes
- Taking on Suds Men Talk
- Glimmer
- Jerry
- Horses and Men in Rain
- Hoodlums
- The Mayor of Gary
- Blacklisted
- The Machine
- Legal Midnight Hour
- Love Poems
- Paula
- White Shoulders
- June
- Poppies
- Margaret
- Baby Toes
- Helga
- Spanish
- You and a Sickle Moon
- In Blue Gown and in Black Satin Gown
- She Held Herself a Deep Pool for Him
- An Interwoven Man and Woman Talked
- Troth Tryst
- Offering and Rebuff
- Hellcat
- Bilbea
- Lincoln
- Fire-Logs
- In a Back Alley
- Knucks
- The People, Yes
- The Long Shadow of Lincoln: A Litany
- Abraham Lincoln’s Father and Mother*
- Lincoln*
- Mr. Lincoln and His Gloves*
- Journey and Oath*
- Untitled*
- Anti-War and War Poems
- House
- Old Timers
- Ready to Kill
- Killers
- Planked Whitefish
- Murmurings in a Field Hospital
- Buttons
- Salvage
- Wars
- A Million Young Workmen, 1915
- In The Shadow of the Palace
- The Four Brothers
- Nearer Than Any Mother’s Heart Wishes
- The Man with the Broken Fingers
- Forgotten Wars
- Grass
- Portraits
- To a Poet*
- Memoir of a Proud Boy
- Napoleon
- Hawthorne
- Mr. Blake’s Chariots
- Evidence As to a She Devil
- Arms
- Eugene V. Debs
- Ezra*
- Good Babies Make Good Poems
- From an Illinois Prairie Hut
- Letters to Dead Imagists
- Illinois Farmer
- Osawatomie
- Grieg Being Dead
- Sherwood Anderson
- Jack London and O. Henry
- Without the Cane and the Derby
- To the Ghost of John Milton
- Mysterious Biography
- Mr. Longfellow and His Boy
- Dan
- African-Americans
- Jazz Fantasia
- Sojourner Truth Speaking
- The People, Yes
- Cleo
- Black Prophetess
- Elizabeth Umpstead
- Sayings of Henry Stephens
- Nigger
- Man, the Man-Hunter
- Poet of the People
- I Am the People, the Mob
- A Reporter in Debt
- My People
- Poems Done on a Late Night Car
- Prairie
- Cartoon
- Smoke and Steel
- The Lawyers Know Too Much
- The Liars
- Threes
- Red-Headed Restaurant Cashier
- Lines Written for Gene Kelly to Dance To
- Slabs of the Sunburnt West
- A Couple
- The People, Yes
- Timesweep
- Musings
- Chicago Poet
- Phizzog
- Wilderness
- Broken-Face Gargoyles
- Aprons of Silence
- The Road and the End
- Style
- Potato Blossom Songs and Jigs
- Cool Tombs
- Old Osawatomie
- Hats
- Accomplished Facts
- Buffalo Dusk
- The Abracadabra Boys
- Our Hells
- Moonlight and Maggots
- Biography
- Breathing Tokens
- Monday, One P.M.
- Government
- I Should Like to Be Hanged on a Summer Afternoon
- Poetry Definitions
- Tentative (First Model) Definitions of Poetry
- Acknowledgments
- Original Publication Sources
- Selected Bibliography
- Index of Titles and First Lines
- About the Editors
- The Works of Carl Sandburg
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
This is the place they brought him,
This is Abraham Lincoln’s home town.
The People, Yes
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Lincoln?
He was a mystery in smoke and flags
saying yes to the smoke, yes to the flags,
yes to the paradoxes of democracy,
yes to the hopes of government
of the people by the people for the people,
no to debauchery of the public mind,
no to personal malice nursed and fed,
yes to the Constitution when a help,
no to the Constitution when a hindrance,
yes to man as a struggler amid illusions,
each man fated to answer for himself:
Which of the faiths and illusions of mankind
must I choose for my own sustaining light
to bring me beyond the present wilderness?
Lincoln? was he a poet?
and did he write verses?
“I have not willingly planted a thorn
in any man’s bosom.”
“I shall do nothing through malice; what
I deal with is too vast for malice.”
Death was in the air.
So was birth.
What was dying few could say.
What was being born none could know.
He took the wheel in a lashing roaring
hurricane.
And by what compass did he steer the course
of the ship?
“My policy is to have no policy,” he said in
the early months,
And three years later, “I have been controlled
by events.”
He could play with the wayward human mind, saying at Charleston, Illinois, September 18, 1858, it was no answer to an argument to call a man a liar.
“I assert that you [pointing a finger in the face of a man in the crowd] are here today, and you undertake to prove me a liar by showing that you were in Mattoon yesterday.
“I say that you took your hat off your head and you prove me a liar by putting it on your head.”
He saw personal liberty across wide horizons.
“Our progress in degeneracy appears to me to be pretty rapid,” he wrote Joshua F. Speed, August 24, 1855. “As a nation we began by declaring that ‘all men are created equal, except negroes.’ When the Know-Nothings get control, it will read ‘all men are created equal except negroes and foreigners and Catholics.’ When it comes to this, I shall prefer emigrating to some country where they make no pretense of loving liberty.”
Did he look deep into a crazy pool
and see the strife and wrangling
with a clear eye, writing the military
head of a stormswept area:
“If both factions, or neither, shall abuse
you, you will probably be about right.
Beware of being assailed by one and
praised by the other”?
Lincoln? was he a historian?
did he know mass chaos?
did he have an answer for those
who asked him to organize chaos?
“Actual war coming, blood grows hot, and blood is spilled. Thought is forced from old channels into confusion. Deception breeds and thrives. Confidence dies and universal suspicion reigns.
“Each man feels an impulse to kill his neighbor, lest he be first killed by him. Revenge and retaliation follow. And all this, as before said, may be among honest men only; but this is not all.