Poem-A-Day: Handfuls by Carl Sandburg

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Handfuls by Carl Sandburg   Blossoms of babies Blinking their stories Come soft On the dusk and the babble; Little red gamblers, Handfuls that slept in the dust. Summers of rain, Winters of drift, Tell of the years; And they go back Who came soft- Back to the sod, To silence and dust; Gray gamblers,    Handfuls again. Today's poem is in the public domain. Poetry by Sandburg The Complete Poems January 6, 2013 Born on January 6,1878, Carl Sandburg is recognized as a member of the Chicago literary renaissance, along with Sherwood Anderson and Edgar Lee Masters. Photo by Elizabeth Buehrmann. Related Poems Infant Joy by William Blake Spring is like a perhaps hand by E. E. Cummings Children in a Field by Angela Shaw Poem-A-Day started as a National Poetry Month program in 2006, delivering daily poems from newly-published poetry titles.   Due to popular demand, Poem-A-Day became a year-round program in 2010, featuring original, never-before-published poems by contemporary poets on weekdays, and classic poems on weekends.   Browse the Poem-A-Day archive for selections since 2010.  Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem In Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.

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