Carl Sandburg Biography in Sound
Carl Sandburg: Selected poems
Read the text of Chicago Poet, along with several other Sandburg poems, at Poet’s Corner. This link will take you away from My Audio School. Kids, please get permission before leaving My Audio School.
Soup
I saw a famous man eating soup.
I say he was lifting a fat broth
Into his mouth with a spoon.
His name was in the newspapers that day
Spelled out in tall black headlines
And thousands of people were talking about him.
When I saw him,
He sat bending his head over a plate
Putting soup in his mouth with a spoon.
Jazz Fantasia by Carl Sandburg
Drum on your drums, batter on your banjoes,
Sob on the long cool winding saxophones.
Go to it, O jazzmen.
Sling your knuckles on the bottoms of the happy tin pans,
Let your trombones ooze,
And go hushahusha-hush with the slippery sand-paper.
Moan like an autumn wind high in the lonesome tree-tops,
Moan soft like you wanted somebody terrible,
Cry like a racing car slipping away from a motorcycle cop,
Bang-bang! you jazzmen,
Bang altogether drums, traps, banjoes, horns, tin cans-
Make two people fight on the top of a stairway
And scratch each other’s eyes in a clinch tumbling down the stairs.
Can the rough stuff …
Now a Mississippi steamboat pushes up the night river
With a hoo-hoo-hoo-oo …
And the green lanterns calling to the high soft stars …
A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills …
Go to it, O jazzmen.