Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

1. Kreisler 1/27/2014
2. Mascots 1/27/2014
3. Palladiums 1/27/2014
4. Plaster 1/27/2014
5. Testimony Regarding A Ghost 1/27/2014
6. Corn Hut Talk 1/27/2014
7. Spanish 1/27/2014
8. Crimson Rambler 1/27/2014
9. Near Keokuk 1/27/2014
10. Clinton South Of Polk 1/27/2014
11. Swirl 1/27/2014
12. Rusty Crimson 1/27/2014
13. Paula 1/27/2014
14. Leather Leggings 1/27/2014
15. Bilbea 1/27/2014
16. Potomac Town In February 1/27/2014
17. The Long Shadow of Lincoln: A Litany 6/19/2015
18. Carlovingian Dreams 1/27/2014
19. Do You Want Affidavits? 1/27/2014
20. Tangibles 1/27/2014
21. Streets Too Old 1/27/2014
22. Potomac Town In February 1/27/2014
23. Calls 1/27/2014
24. Mammy Hums 1/27/2014
25. Stripes 1/27/2014
26. Five Towns On The B. & O. 1/27/2014
27. Blue Maroons 1/27/2014
28. Real Estate News 1/27/2014
29. Panels 1/27/2014
30. Sandhill People 1/27/2014
31. Three Violins 1/27/2014
32. The Plowboy 1/27/2014
33. Pick Offs 1/27/2014
34. Pigeon 1/27/2014
35. Mohammed Bek Hadjetlache 1/27/2014
36. Ossawatomie 1/27/2014
37. Loin Cloth 1/27/2014
38. Cahoots 1/21/2014
39. Timesweep -new- 6/22/2015
40. Prayers After World War 1/27/2014
Best Poem of Carl Sandburg

Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Read the full of Fog

Dynamiter

I sat with a dynamiter at supper in a German saloon eating steak and onions.
And he laughed and told stories of his wife and children and the cause of labor and the working class.
It was laughter of an unshakable man knowing life to be a rich and red-blooded thing.
Yes, his laugh rang like the call of gray birds filled with a glory of joy ramming their winged flight through a rain storm.
His name was in many newspapers as an enemy of the nation and few keepers of churches or schools woul

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