Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

401. Three Balls 1/21/2014
402. Three Ghosts 1/27/2014
403. Three Pieces On The Smoke Of Autumn 1/27/2014
404. Three Spring Notations On Bipeds 1/27/2014
405. Three Violins 1/27/2014
406. Threes 1/3/2003
407. Throw Roses 1/27/2014
408. Throwbacks 1/27/2014
409. Timber Wings 1/27/2014
410. To A Contemporary Bunkshooter 1/13/2003
411. To A Dead Man 1/13/2003
412. To Beachey, 1912 1/13/2003
413. To Certain Journeymen 1/13/2003
414. Trafficker 1/13/2003
415. Trinity Place 1/27/2014
416. Troths 1/3/2003
417. Two 1/13/2003
418. Two Items 1/27/2014
419. Two Neighbors 1/13/2003
420. Two Strangers Breakfast 1/27/2014
421. Under 1/13/2003
422. Under A Hat Rim 1/13/2003
423. Under A Telephone Pole 1/3/2003
424. Under The Harvest Moon 1/3/2003
425. Uplands In May 1/13/2003
426. Upstairs 1/3/2003
427. Upstream 1/27/2014
428. Valley Song 1/4/2003
429. Vaudeville Dancer 1/27/2014
430. Village In Late Summer 1/27/2014
431. Waiting 1/13/2003
432. Wars 1/13/2003
433. Washerwoman 1/27/2014
434. Weeds 1/27/2014
435. Whiffletree 1/27/2014
436. Whirls 1/27/2014
437. White Ash 1/27/2014
438. White Hands 1/27/2014
439. White Shoulders 1/3/2003
440. Whitelight 1/13/2003
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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