Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

441. White Shoulders 1/3/2003
442. Whitelight 1/13/2003
443. Who Am I? 1/3/2003
444. Wilderness 1/27/2014
445. Wind Song 1/27/2014
446. Windflower Leaf 1/27/2014
447. Window 1/13/2003
448. Winter Milk 1/27/2014
449. Wistful 1/27/2014
450. Woman With A Past 4/2/2010
451. Women Washing Their Hair 4/2/2010
452. Work Gangs 4/2/2010
453. Working Girls 1/13/2003
454. Yes , The Dead Speak To Us 1/21/2014
455. Young Bullfrogs 4/2/2010
456. Young Sea 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.

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Statistics

Napoleon shifted,
Restless in the old sarcophagus
And murmured to a watchguard:
"Who goes there?"
"Twenty-one million men,
Soldiers, armies, guns,
Twenty-one million
Afoot, horseback,
In the air,

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