Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

361. Sunset From Omaha Hotel Window 1/3/2003
362. Swirl 1/27/2014
363. Tangibles 1/27/2014
364. Tawny 1/27/2014
365. Telegram 1/27/2014
366. Testament 1/27/2014
367. Testimony Regarding A Ghost 1/27/2014
368. The Answer 1/3/2003
369. The Four Brothers 1/27/2014
370. The Great Hunt 1/3/2003
371. The Hammer 1/21/2014
372. The Hangman At Home 1/3/2003
373. The Harbor 1/3/2003
374. The Has-Been 1/3/2003
375. The Junk Man 1/3/2003
376. The Lawyers Know Too Much 1/27/2014
377. The Liars 1/27/2014
378. The Long Shadow of Lincoln: A Litany 6/19/2015
379. The Mayor Of Gary 1/3/2003
380. The Mist 1/3/2003
381. The Noon Hour 1/3/2003
382. The People, Yes 1/27/2014
383. The Plowboy 1/27/2014
384. The Red Son 1/13/2003
385. The Right To Grief 1/13/2003
386. The Road And The End 1/3/2003
387. The Sea Hold 1/10/2015
388. The Shovel Man 1/13/2003
389. The Sins Of Kalamazoo 1/27/2014
390. The Skyscraper Loves Night 1/27/2014
391. The South Wind Say So 1/27/2014
392. The Walking Man Of Rodin 1/13/2003
393. The Wind Sings Welcome In Early Spring 1/27/2014
394. The Year 1/3/2003
395. Theme In Yellow 1/3/2003
396. They All Want To Play Hamlet 1/3/2003
397. They Ask Each Other Where They Came From 1/27/2014
398. They Buy With An Eye To Looks 1/27/2014
399. They Will Say 1/3/2003
400. Thin Strips 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

Timesweep

I was born in the morning of the world,
So I know how morning looks
morning in the valley wanting,
morning on a mountain wanting.
Morning looks like people look,
like a cornfield wanting corn,
like a sea wanting ships.
Tell me about any strong, beautiful wanting,
And there is your morning, my morning,
everybody's morning.

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