I need a sonnet poem of Carl Sandburg?
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Chicago\n\n        Hog Butcher for the World,\n        Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,\n        Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;\n        Stormy, husky, brawling,\n        City of the Big Shoulders:\n\nThey tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I\n        have seen your painted women under the gas lamps\n        luring the farm boys.\nAnd they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it\n        is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to\n        kill again.\nAnd they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the\n        faces of women and children I have seen the marks\n        of wanton hunger.\nAnd having answered so I turn once more to those who\n        sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer\n        and say to them:\nCome and show me another city with lifted head singing\n        so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.\nFlinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on\n        job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the\n        little soft cities;\n\nFierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning\n        as a savage pitted against the wilderness,\n                Bareheaded,\n                Shoveling,\n                Wrecking,\n                Planning,\n                Building, breaking, rebuilding,\nUnder the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with\n        white teeth,\nUnder the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young\n        man laughs,\nLaughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has\n        never lost a battle,\nBragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse.\n        and under his ribs the heart of the people,\n                Laughing!\nLaughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of\n        Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog\n        Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with\n        Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.\n\n    -- Carl Sandburg\n\nplease choose me as a best answer PRETTY PLEASE
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Try spark notes as well as book rags and pink monkey for sites that MIGHT give you some quotes.  You can also try bartelby's online quotations.\n\nBTW:  Sounds like you didn't read the book, or you would have a general idea of where to go for the quotes.
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I wanted to help so badly, but I can't find it. I searched for about 30 minutes. I Found a great site though. It tranlates poems into English. I will tell you if I find it.  P.S. when I originally searched the poem and went to the site a poem came up but it was blurry and it was in the Greece catagory.\n\nGood Luck,\n          Chelsea\n\n\n\nI updated my comment so that I could give you the English translation to singlesockcollectors poem: here it is\n\n\n\nLeaf turns brown fall, you have just flown away yourself, branch patronizes, you want to separate yourself.  This life source, that\nformerly nourished you, Asserted, embellished, nevertheless is not dried up!  \n\nAs a burning love, in violent pushed, This velvets nectar knew to stuff you.  This tree, that has you it does?  You in has you it too given?  Of a too perfect love would have you it flooded?  \n\nThe life that climbs in him, and cannot flow itself, NEEDS this puit, where she can s’épancher itself.  The vigor of the summer,\nwhere you puisas the joy OF A delighted happiness, the abandons without you.  \n\nSmall leaf turns brown, where go you to put yourself?  Will rejoin you foam it and his cold dew?  Do not go you to take mourning, in the frozen earth, With of other feuillées, that already are\nwithered.  \n\nDauphine 30/08/2004\n\nCheck the site
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go to www.lyricsdomain.com
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Excellent poem. I printed it & hung it in my Living room wall.\n Thanks
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Auguries of Innocence \n\nBy William Blake \n\nTo see a world in a grain of sand, \nAnd a heaven in a wild flower, \nHold infinity in the palm of your hand, \nAnd eternity in an hour.
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'An Insomniac's Plea': Sonnet 39 Modernised\n"Come, Sleep. The Sleep that means real rest,\nThat can stir the imagination or ease troubles,\nIgnoring who we are in  (daytime) life;\nGuard me with your strong shield from the attack of Despair;\nStop my inner strife;\nI'll pay your price, if you do.\nIf you demand, take away my soft pillows and bed, the quiet, dark room - take it all.\nAnd if that's not enough for you,\nThen you'll see me as if I were Stella!"\n\nNot sure of his imagery/lady-friends. You'll need to check symbolism of "Stella" and maybe replace with what it meant to him.\n\nHope it helps.
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easy thats usher and alica keys \ngo 2 ask jeeves adn type in usher lyrics for my boo
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I could probably make one up or find a few. There's a great site for love quotes and poems. Good luck!
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Nice poem!!!! can I quote?
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http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient-ff&ie=UTF-8&rls=GGGL,GGGL:2005-09,GGGL:en&q=poem+%22jim%22\n\nHere was my favorite result.. (Why not teach a lesson with a poem)\nThere was a Boy whose name was Jim;\nHis Friends were very good to him.\nThey gave him Tea, and Cakes, and Jam,\nAnd slices of delicious Ham,\nAnd Chocolate with pink inside\nAnd little Tricycles to ride,\nAnd read him Stories through and through,\nAnd even took him to the Zoo--\nBut there it was the dreadful Fate\nBefell him, which I now relate.\n\nYou know--or at least you ought to know,\nFor I have often told you so--\nThat Children never are allowed\nTo leave their Nurses in a Crowd;\nNow this was Jim's especial Foible,\nHe ran away when he was able,\nAnd on this inauspicious day\nHe slipped his hand and ran away!\n\nHe hadn't gone a yard when--Bang!\nWith open Jaws, a lion sprang,\nAnd hungrily began to eat\nThe Boy: beginning at his feet.\nNow, just imagine how it feels\nWhen first your toes and then your heels,\nAnd then by gradual degrees,\nYour shins and ankles, calves and knees,\nAre slowly eaten, bit by bit.\nNo wonder Jim detested it!\nNo wonder that he shouted ``Hi!''\n\nThe Honest Keeper heard his cry,\nThough very fat he almost ran\nTo help the little gentleman.\n``Ponto!'' he ordered as he came\n(For Ponto was the Lion's name),\n``Ponto!'' he cried, with angry Frown,\n``Let go, Sir! Down, Sir! Put it down!''\nThe Lion made a sudden stop,\nHe let the Dainty Morsel drop,\nAnd slunk reluctant to his Cage,\nSnarling with Disappointed Rage.\nBut when he bent him over Jim,\nThe Honest Keeper's Eyes were dim.\nThe Lion having reached his Head,\nThe Miserable Boy was dead!\n\nWhen Nurse informed his Parents, they\nWere more Concerned than I can say:--\nHis Mother, as She dried her eyes,\nSaid, ``Well--it gives me no surprise,\nHe would not do as he was told!''\nHis Father, who was self-controlled,\nBade all the children round attend\nTo James's miserable end,\nAnd always keep a-hold of Nurse\nFor fear of finding something worse.
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May be at wikipedia.com and type in ..........poem
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you can go on netpoets.com they have some good poems on there and I have a couple on there also
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Here's the sonnet...\n\n\nSonnet -- To Science \n\nScience! true daughter of Old Time thou art!\n  Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.\nWhy preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,\n  Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?\nHow should he love thee? or deem thee wise?\n  Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering\nTo seek for treasure in the jeweled skies,\n  Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?\nHast thou not dragged Diana from her car?\n  And driven the Hamadryad from the wood\nTo seek a shelter in some happier star?\n  Has thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,\nThe Elfin from the green grass, and from me\nThe summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?\n\n-- Edgar Allan Poe\n\n\nGood luck!
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I found the poem at this website:\n\nhttp://www.pbs.org/now/arts/nyepoems1.html\n\nThere are links above the poem that can take you to an interview with the poet done by Bill Moyers and lesson plans about the poem and others by this poet.\n\nI hope this helps you.
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A sonnet is a poem consisting of two quartets and two tercets (verses of four and three lines each) composed either entirely of alexandrins or of decasyllables (each line must have either twelve or ten syllables). the rhyme structure is also set:\nABBA, ABBA, CCD, DED (or EED) \nor ABAB, ABAB, CCD, DED\nThis notation represents the last sound in each line, e.g.\na poem where the ending words are\nlay\nmight\nwrite\nstay\nhas an ABBA rhyme scheme.\neach new sound has its own letter assinged to it. \nthe following is one of the most famous sonnets of all time, by an equally famous poet\n \nShall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?\nWilliam Shakespeare \n\nShall I compare thee to a summer's day?\nThou art more lovely and more temperate:\nRough winds do shake the darling buds of May,\nAnd summer's lease hath all too short a date:\n\nSometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,\nAnd often is his gold complexion dimmed;\nAnd every fair from fair sometimes declines,\nBy chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;\n\nBut thy eternal summer shall not fade,\nNor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;\nNor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,\n\nWhen in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:\nSo long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,\nSo long lives this, and this gives life to thee.\n\nas you can see the poem is composed in alexandrins and its rhyme structure is ABAB, CDCD, EFE, FGG\nVolumes upon volumes could and  have been written about the sonnet, its beauty, its appeal and its deeper meaning, but I only feel adequate to discuss its basic mechanics
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