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Pick Offs by Carl Sandburg
THE TELESCOPE picks off star dust
on the clean steel sky and sends it to me.
The telephone picks..
Personality by Carl Sandburg
Musings of a Police Reporter in the Identification Bureau
YOU have loved forty women, but you hav..
People With Proud Chins by Carl Sandburg
I TELL them where the wind comes from,
Where the music goes when the fiddle is in the box.
Kids—..
People Who Must by Carl Sandburg
I PAINTED on the roof of a skyscraper.
I painted a long while and called it a day’s work.
The peop..
Pennsylvania by Carl Sandburg
I HAVE been in Pennsylvania,
In the Monongahela and the Hocking Valleys.
In the blue Susquehanna..
Pencils by Carl Sandburg
PENCILS
telling where the wind comes from
open a story.
Pencils
telling where the wind goes
e..
Pearl Fog by Carl Sandburg
Open the door now.
Go roll up the collar of your coat
To walk in the changing scarf of mist.
Te..
Peach Blossoms by Carl Sandburg
WHAT cry of peach blossoms
let loose on the air today
I heard with my face thrown
in the pink-whi..
Paula by Carl Sandburg
NOTHING else in this song—only your face.
Nothing else here—only your drinking, night-gray eyes.
..
Passers-By by Carl Sandburg
PASSERS-BY,
Out of your many faces
Flash memories to me
Now at the day end
Away from the sidewal..
Panels by Carl Sandburg
THE WEST window is a panel of marching onions.
Five new lilacs nod to the wind and fence boards.
T..
Pals by Carl Sandburg
Take a hold now
On the silver handles here,
Six silver handles,
One for each of his old pals.
..
Palladiums by Carl Sandburg
IN the newspaper office—who are the spooks?
Who wears the mythic coat invisible?
Who pussyfoots..
Poppies In October by Sylvia Plath
Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose r..
Poppies In July by Sylvia Plath
Little poppies, little hell flames,
Do you do no harm?
You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put m..
Plowmen by Robert Frost
A plow, they say, to plow the snow.
They cannot mean to plant it, no--
Unless in bitterness to moc..
Place for a Third by Robert Frost
Nothing to say to all those marriages!
She had made three herself to three of his.
The score was e..
Pea Brush by Robert Frost
I WALKED down alone Sunday after church
To the place where John has been cutting trees
To see for..
Paul's Wife by Robert Frost
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp
All that was needed was to say to him,
"How is the wife, Paul..
Pan with Us by Robert Frost
Pan came out of the woods one day,--
His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,
The gray of the..
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