Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

1. Aprons Of Silence 1/3/2003
2. Silver Nails 1/13/2003
3. Statistics 1/13/2003
4. Noon Hour 1/13/2003
5. Poems Done On A Late Night Car 1/13/2003
6. Dynamiter 1/3/2003
7. Threes 1/3/2003
8. The Right To Grief 1/13/2003
9. Young Sea 1/3/2003
10. Broadway 1/3/2003
11. Prairie Waters By Night 1/3/2003
12. Onion Days 1/3/2003
13. Loam 1/3/2003
14. Omaha 1/3/2003
15. Under 1/13/2003
16. Wars 1/13/2003
17. The Mist 1/3/2003
18. Bones 1/3/2003
19. Improved Farm Land 1/3/2003
20. Limited 1/3/2003
21. Cripple 1/3/2003
22. The Noon Hour 1/3/2003
23. Under A Hat Rim 1/13/2003
24. Uplands In May 1/13/2003
25. Plowboy 1/13/2003
26. Pool 1/13/2003
27. Between Two Hills 1/3/2003
28. Neighbors 1/3/2003
29. Summer Stars 1/3/2003
30. Among The Red Guns 1/3/2003
31. Upstairs 1/3/2003
32. Bronzes 1/3/2003
33. Jack 1/3/2003
34. Hydrangeas 1/3/2003
35. Choose 1/3/2003
36. Old Timers 1/3/2003
37. Theme In Yellow 1/3/2003
38. Medallion 1/3/2003
39. Laughing Corn 1/3/2003
40. Monosyllabic 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Carl Sandburg

Silver Nails

A man was crucified. He came to the city a stranger,
was accused, and nailed to a cross. He lingered hanging.
Laughed at the crowd. "The nails are iron," he
said, "You are cheap. In my country when we crucify
we use silver nails. . ." So he went jeering. They
did not understand him at first. Later they talked about
him in changed voices in the saloons, bowling alleys, and
churches. It came over them every man is crucified
only once in his life and the law of humanity dictates
silver nails be used for the job. A statue was erected
to him in a public square. Not ...

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Noon Hour

She sits in the dust at the walls
And makes cigars,
Bending at the bench
With fingers wage-anxious,
Changing her sweat for the day's pay.

Now the noon hour has come,
And she leans with her bare arms
On the window-sill over the river,

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