Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

41. Trafficker 1/13/2003
42. To Certain Journeymen 1/13/2003
43. To Beachey, 1912 1/13/2003
44. To A Dead Man 1/13/2003
45. To A Contemporary Bunkshooter 1/13/2003
46. Timber Wings 1/27/2014
47. Throwbacks 1/27/2014
48. Throw Roses 1/27/2014
49. Threes 1/3/2003
50. Three Violins 1/27/2014
51. Three Spring Notations On Bipeds 1/27/2014
52. Three Pieces On The Smoke Of Autumn 1/27/2014
53. Three Ghosts 1/27/2014
54. Three Balls 1/21/2014
55. Thin Strips 1/27/2014
56. They Will Say 1/3/2003
57. They Buy With An Eye To Looks 1/27/2014
58. They Ask Each Other Where They Came From 1/27/2014
59. They All Want to Play Hamlet 1/3/2003
60. Theme in Yellow 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,

[Hata Bildir]