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Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Poems of Carl Sandburg

41. Blizzard Notes 1/27/2014
42. Blue Island Intersection 1/3/2003
43. Blue Maroons 1/27/2014
44. Blue Ridge 1/27/2014
45. 'Boes 1/13/2003
46. Bones 1/3/2003
47. Boy And Father 1/27/2014
48. Branches 1/27/2014
49. Brass Keys 1/27/2014
50. Bricklayer Love 1/13/2003
51. Bringers 1/3/2003
52. Broadway 1/3/2003
53. Broken Tabernacles 4/2/2010
54. Broken-Face Gargoyles 1/27/2014
55. Bronzes 1/3/2003
56. Buckwheat 1/27/2014
57. Buffalo Bill 1/27/2014
58. Buffalo Dusk 1/27/2014
59. Buttons 1/3/2003
60. Caboose Thoughts 1/21/2014

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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