Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

1. Young Sea 1/3/2003
2. Young Bullfrogs 4/2/2010
3. Yes , The Dead Speak To Us 1/21/2014
4. Working Girls 1/13/2003
5. Work Gangs 4/2/2010
6. Women Washing Their Hair 4/2/2010
7. Woman With A Past 4/2/2010
8. Wistful 1/27/2014
9. Winter Milk 1/27/2014
10. Window 1/13/2003
11. Windflower Leaf 1/27/2014
12. Wind Song 1/27/2014
13. Wilderness 1/27/2014
14. Who Am I? 1/3/2003
15. Whitelight 1/13/2003
16. White Shoulders 1/3/2003
17. White Hands 1/27/2014
18. White Ash 1/27/2014
19. Whirls 1/27/2014
20. Whiffletree 1/27/2014
21. Weeds 1/27/2014
22. Washerwoman 1/27/2014
23. Wars 1/13/2003
24. Waiting 1/13/2003
25. Village In Late Summer 1/27/2014
26. Vaudeville Dancer 1/27/2014
27. Valley Song 1/4/2003
28. Upstream 1/27/2014
29. Upstairs 1/3/2003
30. Uplands In May 1/13/2003
31. Under The Harvest Moon 1/3/2003
32. Under A Telephone Pole 1/3/2003
33. Under A Hat Rim 1/13/2003
34. Under 1/13/2003
35. Two Strangers Breakfast 1/27/2014
36. Two Neighbors 1/13/2003
37. Two Items 1/27/2014
38. Two 1/13/2003
39. Troths 1/3/2003
40. Trinity Place 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

Aprons Of Silence

Many things I might have said today.
And I kept my mouth shut.
So many times I was asked
To come and say the same things
Everybody was saying, no end
To the yes-yes, yes-yes,
me-too, me-too.

The aprons of silence covered me.

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