Books with author Sandburg Carl 1878-1967

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"Chicago Poems" is an early collection of poems by American poet Carl Sandburg. This little volume includes the following poems: Chicago, Sketch, Masses, Lost, The Harbor, They Will Say, Mill-Doors, Halsted Street Car, Clark Street Bridge, Passers-by, The Walking Man of Rodin, Subway, The Shovel Man, A Teamster's Farewell, Fish Crier, Picnic Boat, Happiness, Muckers, Blacklisted, Graceland, Child of the Romans, The Right to Grief, Mag, Onion Days, Population Drifts, Cripple, A Fence, Anna Imroth, Working Girls, Mamie, Personality, Cumulatives, To Certain Journeymen, Chamfort, Limited., The Has-Been, In a Back Alley, A Coin, Dynamiter, Ice Handler, Jack, Fellow Citizens, Nigger, Two Neighbors, Style, To Beachey-1912, Under a Hat Rim, In a Breath, Bath, Bronzes, Dunes, On the Way, Ready to Kill, To a Contemporary Bunkshooter, Skyscraper, Fog, Pool, Jan Kubelik, Choose, Crimson, Whitelight, Flux, Kin, White Shoulders, Losses, Troths, Killers, Among the Red Guns, Iron, Murmurings in a Field Hospital, Statistics, Fight, Buttons, And They Obey, Jaws, Salvage, Wars, The Road and the End, Choices, Graves, Aztec Mask, Momus, The Answer, To a Dead Man, Under, A Sphinx, Who Am I?, Our Prayer of Thanks, At a Window, Under the Harvest Moon, The Great Hunt, Monotone, Joy, Shirt, Aztec, Two, Back Yard, On the Breakwater, Mask, Pearl Fog, I Sang, Follies, June, Nocturne in a Deserted Brickyard, Hydrangeas, Theme in Yellow, Between Two Hills, Last Answers, Window, Young Sea, Bones, Pals, Child, Poppies, Child Moon, Margaret, Poems Done on a Late Night Car, It Is Much, Trafficker, Harrison Street Court, Soiled Dove, Jungheimer's, Gone, Dreams in the Dusk, Docks, All Day Long, Waiting, From the Shore, Uplands in May, A Dream Girl, The Plowboy, Broadway, Old Woman, The Noon Hour, 'Boes, Under a Telephone Pole, I Am the People, the Mob, Government, Languages, Letters to Dead Imagists, Sheep, The Red Son, The Mist, The Junk Man, Silver Nails, and Gypsy.

Welcome to Rootabaga Country--where the railroad tracks go from straight to zigzag, where the pigs wear bibs, and where the Village of Cream Puffs floats in the wind. You'll meet baby balloon pickers, flummywisters, corn fairies, and blue foxes--and if you're not careful, you may never find your way back home! These beautiful new editions retain the original illustrations by Maud and Miska Petersham, and feature gorgeous new jackets by acclaimed illustrator Kurt Cyrus. Carl Sandburg's irrepressible, zany, and completely original Rootabaga Stories and More Rootabaga Stories will stand alone on children's bookshelves--when they aren't in children's hands.

"Takes the home-bred American fantasy of The Wizard of Oz even further … An old favorite, which no American child should miss." ― School Library Journal."These stories out of the Rootabaga Country… have taken root in American soil — they are here to stay." — New York Herald Tribune."Glorious for reading aloud." ― The New York Times Book Review.In the village of Liver-and-Onions, there was a Potato Face Blind Man who used to play an accordion on the corner near the post office. The sometime narrator of these tales, he transports readers and listeners to Rootabaga Country, where the railroad tracks go from straight to zigzag, the pigs wear bibs, and the Village of Cream Puffs floats in the wind, looking like a little hat that you could wear on the end of your thumb. Carl Sandburg, the beloved folk chronicler and three-time Pulitzer Prize winner, invented these stories for his own daughters. Populated by corn fairies, circus performers, and such memorable characters as Poker Face the Baboon, Hot Dog the Tiger, and Gimme the Ax, Rootabaga Country is built with the homespun poetry of the American frontier. The stories' inspired nonsense — loaded with rhythm, humor, and tongue-twisting names — fires the imagination and pulls at the heartstrings. This edition features the charming original illustrations by Maud and Miska Petersham.

"Takes the home-bred American fantasy of The Wizard of Oz even further … An old favorite, which no American child should miss." ― School Library Journal."These stories out of the Rootabaga Country… have taken root in American soil — they are here to stay." — New York Herald Tribune."Glorious for reading aloud." ― The New York Times Book Review.In the village of Liver-and-Onions, there was a Potato Face Blind Man who used to play an accordion on the corner near the post office. The sometime narrator of these tales, he transports readers and listeners to Rootabaga Country, where the railroad tracks go from straight to zigzag, the pigs wear bibs, and the Village of Cream Puffs floats in the wind, looking like a little hat that you could wear on the end of your thumb. Carl Sandburg, the beloved folk chronicler and three-time Pulitzer Prize winner, invented these stories for his own daughters. Populated by corn fairies, circus performers, and such memorable characters as Poker Face the Baboon, Hot Dog the Tiger, and Gimme the Ax, Rootabaga Country is built with the homespun poetry of the American frontier. The stories' inspired nonsense — loaded with rhythm, humor, and tongue-twisting names — fires the imagination and pulls at the heartstrings. This edition features the charming original illustrations by Maud and Miska Petersham.

Joyous, humorous, poetic, and always uniquely American, Carl Sandburg's Rootabaga Stories are an important part of our children's literary legacy. In inimitable prose, Sandburg created Rootabaga Country-where the railroad tracks go from straight to zigzag, where the pigs have bibs on, and where the Village of Cream Puffs floats in the wind-and populated it with baby balloon pickers, flummywisters, Poker Face the Baboon and Hot Dog the Tiger, the White Horse Girl and the Blue Wind Boy, corn fairies, blue foxes, and many more fanciful characters. Rootabaga Stories, Part One is irrepressible, zany Americana-an anthology to delight admirers of Sandburg's genius.|

Blixie Bimber’s mother was chopping hash. And the hatchet broke. So Blixie started downtown with fifteen cents to buy a new hash hatchet for chopping hash. Downtown she peeped around the corner next nearest the postoffice where the Potato Face Blind Man sat with his accordion. And the old man had his legs crossed, one foot on the sidewalk, the other foot up in the air. The foot up in the air had a green rat sitting on it, tying the old man’s shoestrings in knots and double knots. Whenever the old man’s foot wiggled and wriggled the green rat wiggled and wriggled. The tail of the rat wrapped five wraps around the shoe and then fastened and tied like a package. On the back of the green rat was a long white swipe from the end of the nose to the end of the tail. Two little white swipes stuck up over the eyelashes. And five short thick swipes of white played pussy-wants-a-corner back of the ears and along the ribs of the green rat. They were talking, the old man and the green rat, talking about alligators and why the alligators keep their baby shoes locked up in trunks over the winter time—and why the rats in the moon lock their mittens in ice boxes. “I had the rheumatism last summer a year ago,” said the rat. “I had the rheumatism so bad I ran a thousand miles south and west till I came to the Egg Towns and stopped in the Village of Eggs Up.” “So?” quizzed the Potato Face. “There in the Village of Eggs Up, they asked me, ‘Do you know how to stop the moon moving?’ I answered them, ‘Yes, I know how—a baby alligator told me—but I told the baby alligator I wouldn’t tell.’ “Many years ago there in that Village of Eggs Up they started making a skyscraper to go up till it reached the moon. They said, ‘We will step in the elevator and go up to the roof and sit on the roof and eat supper on the moon.’ “The bricklayers and the mortar men and the iron riveters and the wheelbarrowers and the plasterers went higher and higher making that skyscraper, till at last they were half way up to the moon, saying to each other while they worked, ‘We will step in the elevator and go up to the roof and sit on the roof and eat supper on the moon.’ “Yes, they were halfway up to the moon. And that night looking at the moon they saw it move and they said to each other, ‘We must stop the moon moving,’ and they said later, ‘We don’t know how to stop the moon moving.’ “And the bricklayers and the mortar men and the iron riveters and the wheelbarrowers and the plasterers said to each other, ‘If we go on now and make this skyscraper it will miss the moon and we will never go up in the elevator and sit on the roof and eat supper on the moon.’ “So they took the skyscraper down and started making it over again, aiming it straight at the moon again. And one night standing looking at the moon they saw it move and they said to each other, ‘We must stop the moon moving,’ saying later to each other, ‘We don’t know how to stop the moon moving.’ “And now they stand in the streets at night there in the Village of Eggs Up, stretching their necks looking at the moon, and asking each other, ‘Why does the moon move and how can we stop the moon moving?’ “Whenever I saw them standing there stretching their necks looking at the moon, I had a zig-zag ache in my left hind foot and I wanted to tell them what the baby alligator told me, the secret of how to stop the moon moving. One night that ache zig-zagged me so—way inside my left hind foot—it zig-zagged so I ran home here a thousand miles.”