Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

1. A Coin 1/3/2003
2. A Father To His Son 4/2/2010
3. A Fence 1/3/2003
4. A Million Young Work Men 4/2/2010
5. A Sphinx 1/3/2003
6. A Tall Man 4/2/2010
7. A Teamster's Farewell 1/3/2003
8. A.E.F. 1/3/2003
9. Accomplished Facts 4/2/2010
10. Adelaide Crapsey 4/2/2010
11. Alix 4/2/2010
12. All Day Long 1/3/2003
13. Alley Rats 4/2/2010
14. Always The Mob 4/2/2010
15. Among The Red Guns 1/3/2003
16. An Electric Sign Goes Dark 4/2/2010
17. And So To-Day 1/27/2014
18. And They Obey 1/3/2003
19. And This Will Be All.... 4/2/2010
20. Anna Imroth 1/3/2003
21. Aprons Of Silence 1/3/2003
22. Arithmetic 1/3/2003
23. Ashurnatsirpal Iii 4/2/2010
24. At A Window 1/3/2003
25. Autumn Movement 1/4/2003
26. Aztec 1/3/2003
27. Aztec Mask 1/3/2003
28. Baby Face 4/2/2010
29. Baby Toes 4/2/2010
30. Baby Vamps 4/2/2010
31. Back Yard 1/3/2003
32. Balloon Faces 4/2/2010
33. Baltic Fog Notes 4/2/2010
34. Band Concert 4/2/2010
35. Basket 4/2/2010
36. Bas-Relief 1/3/2003
37. Bath 1/3/2003
38. Between Two Hills 1/3/2003
39. Bilbea 1/27/2014
40. Blacklisted 1/3/2003
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.

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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

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