Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

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  • klaine (4/19/2018 10:58:00 AM)

    does he have any funny poems

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  • Madison’s (3/2/2018 5:56:00 PM)

    I like the fog one and it has a message behind it you just have to figure it out.i love poems like

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  • sasmitarani nayak (11/10/2017 9:36:00 PM)

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  • Kaycee Terpening (11/9/2017 11:02:00 AM)

    i like the alone it creative

  • Greg Bell Greg Bell (4/16/2017 4:51:00 PM)

    These days, Sandburg is an undervalued poet. I once spent many an hour listening to old records of him reciting his work. If you ever get the chance, listen to his 'Rutabaga Stories.' Pure magic.

  • Raymond Farrell (12/3/2015 6:33:00 AM)

    It is a pity that the academic elite these days do not hold Carl Sandburg in very high esteem compared to Stevens or Elliot or even John Ashbury in instances.

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    When I listen to a politician trumpet proud words
    I wonder, if hidden by the lectern, are
    polished wingtips or long, hard boots.

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Best Poem of Carl Sandburg

Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Read the full of Fog

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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