Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

361. Cups Of Coffee 1/27/2014
362. Cumulatives 1/3/2003
363. Crucible 1/3/2003
364. Cripple 1/3/2003
365. Crimson Rambler 1/27/2014
366. Crimson Changes People 1/27/2014
367. Crimson 1/3/2003
368. Crapshooters 1/27/2014
369. Crabapple Blossoms 1/27/2014
370. Corn Hut Talk 1/27/2014
371. Cool Tombs 1/3/2003
372. Clocks 1/27/2014
373. Clinton South Of Polk 1/27/2014
374. Clean Hands 1/27/2014
375. Clark Street Bridge 1/3/2003
376. Circles Of Doors 1/27/2014
377. Chords 1/27/2014
378. Choose 1/3/2003
379. Choices 1/3/2003
380. Child Of The Romans 1/3/2003
381. Child Moon 1/3/2003
382. Child Margaret 1/27/2014
383. Child 1/3/2003
384. Chicks 1/21/2014
385. Chicago Poet 1/3/2003
386. Chicago 1/3/2003
387. Chasers 1/21/2014
388. Chamfort 1/3/2003
389. Cartoon 1/21/2014
390. Carlovingian Dreams 1/27/2014
391. Calls 1/27/2014
392. California City Landscape 1/27/2014
393. Cahoots 1/21/2014
394. Cadenza 1/21/2014
395. Caboose Thoughts 1/21/2014
396. Buttons 1/3/2003
397. Buffalo Dusk 1/27/2014
398. Buffalo Bill 1/27/2014
399. Buckwheat 1/27/2014
400. Bronzes 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.

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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