Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

441. Always The Mob 4/2/2010
442. Alley Rats 4/2/2010
443. All Day Long 1/3/2003
444. Alix 4/2/2010
445. Adelaide Crapsey 4/2/2010
446. Accomplished Facts 4/2/2010
447. A.E.F. 1/3/2003
448. A Teamster's Farewell 1/3/2003
449. A Tall Man 4/2/2010
450. A Sphinx 1/3/2003
451. A Million Young Work Men 4/2/2010
452. A Fence 1/3/2003
453. A Father To His Son 4/2/2010
454. A Coin 1/3/2003

Noon Hour

She sits in the dust at the walls
And makes cigars,
Bending at the bench
With fingers wage-anxious,
Changing her sweat for the day's pay.

Now the noon hour has come,
And she leans with her bare arms
On the window-sill over the river,

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