Treasure Island

Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Poems of Carl Sandburg

61. Cadenza 1/21/2014
62. Cahoots 1/21/2014
63. California City Landscape 1/27/2014
64. Calls 1/27/2014
65. Carlovingian Dreams 1/27/2014
66. Cartoon 1/21/2014
67. Chamfort 1/3/2003
68. Chasers 1/21/2014
69. Chicago 1/3/2003
70. Chicago Poet 1/3/2003
71. Chicks 1/21/2014
72. Child 1/3/2003
73. Child Margaret 1/27/2014
74. Child Moon 1/3/2003
75. Child of the Romans 1/3/2003
76. Choices 1/3/2003
77. Choose 1/3/2003
78. Chords 1/27/2014
79. Circles Of Doors 1/27/2014
80. Clark Street Bridge 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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