Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

401. They Buy With An Eye To Looks 1/27/2014
402. They Will Say 1/3/2003
403. Thin Strips 1/27/2014
404. Three Balls 1/21/2014
405. Three Ghosts 1/27/2014
406. Three Pieces On The Smoke Of Autumn 1/27/2014
407. Three Spring Notations On Bipeds 1/27/2014
408. Three Violins 1/27/2014
409. Threes 1/3/2003
410. Throw Roses 1/27/2014
411. Throwbacks 1/27/2014
412. Timber Wings 1/27/2014
413. Timesweep 6/22/2015
414. To A Contemporary Bunkshooter 1/13/2003
415. To A Dead Man 1/13/2003
416. To Beachey, 1912 1/13/2003
417. To Certain Journeymen 1/13/2003
418. Trafficker 1/13/2003
419. Trinity Place 1/27/2014
420. Troths 1/3/2003
421. Two 1/13/2003
422. Two Items 1/27/2014
423. Two Neighbors 1/13/2003
424. Two Strangers Breakfast 1/27/2014
425. Under 1/13/2003
426. Under A Hat Rim 1/13/2003
427. Under A Telephone Pole 1/3/2003
428. Under The Harvest Moon 1/3/2003
429. Uplands In May 1/13/2003
430. Upstairs 1/3/2003
431. Upstream 1/27/2014
432. Valley Song 1/4/2003
433. Vaudeville Dancer 1/27/2014
434. Village In Late Summer 1/27/2014
435. Waiting 1/13/2003
436. Wars 1/13/2003
437. Washerwoman 1/27/2014
438. Weeds 1/27/2014
439. Whiffletree 1/27/2014
440. Whirls 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

Dynamiter

I sat with a dynamiter at supper in a German saloon eating steak and onions.
And he laughed and told stories of his wife and children and the cause of labor and the working class.
It was laughter of an unshakable man knowing life to be a rich and red-blooded thing.
Yes, his laugh rang like the call of gray birds filled with a glory of joy ramming their winged flight through a rain storm.
His name was in many newspapers as an enemy of the nation and few keepers of churches or schools woul

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