Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Poems of Carl Sandburg

21. Aprons of Silence 1/3/2003
22. Arithmetic 1/3/2003
23. Ashurnatsirpal III 4/2/2010
24. At a Window 1/3/2003
25. Autumn Movement 1/4/2003
26. Aztec 1/3/2003
27. Aztec Mask 1/3/2003
28. Baby Face 4/2/2010
29. Baby Toes 4/2/2010
30. Baby Vamps 4/2/2010
31. Back Yard 1/3/2003
32. Balloon Faces 4/2/2010
33. Baltic Fog Notes 4/2/2010
34. Band Concert 4/2/2010
35. Basket 4/2/2010
36. Bas-Relief 1/3/2003
37. Bath 1/3/2003
38. Between Two Hills 1/3/2003
39. Bilbea 1/27/2014
40. Blacklisted 1/3/2003

Silver Nails

A man was crucified. He came to the city a stranger,
was accused, and nailed to a cross. He lingered hanging.
Laughed at the crowd. "The nails are iron," he
said, "You are cheap. In my country when we crucify
we use silver nails. . ." So he went jeering. They
did not understand him at first. Later they talked about
him in changed voices in the saloons, bowling alleys, and
churches. It came over them every man is crucified
only once in his life and the law of humanity dictates

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