Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

1. Kreisler 1/27/2014
2. Palladiums 1/27/2014
3. Plaster 1/27/2014
4. Corn Hut Talk 1/27/2014
5. Spanish 1/27/2014
6. Near Keokuk 1/27/2014
7. Clinton South Of Polk 1/27/2014
8. Swirl 1/27/2014
9. Rusty Crimson 1/27/2014
10. Paula 1/27/2014
11. Leather Leggings 1/27/2014
12. Bilbea 1/27/2014
13. Timesweep 6/22/2015
14. The Windy City [sections 1 and 6] 2/20/2016
15. Sandpipers 6/18/2016
16. Do You Want Affidavits? 1/27/2014
17. Carlovingian Dreams 1/27/2014
18. Calls 1/27/2014
19. Tangibles 1/27/2014
20. Streets Too Old 1/27/2014
21. Potomac Town In February 1/27/2014
22. Mammy Hums 1/27/2014
23. Stripes 1/27/2014
24. Five Towns On The B. & O. 1/27/2014
25. Blue Maroons 1/27/2014
26. Panels 1/27/2014
27. Sandhill People 1/27/2014
28. Real Estate News 1/27/2014
29. Three Violins 1/27/2014
30. Ossawatomie 1/27/2014
31. The Plowboy 1/27/2014
32. Pick Offs 1/27/2014
33. Pigeon 1/27/2014
34. Loin Cloth 1/27/2014
35. Mohammed Bek Hadjetlache 1/27/2014
36. Cahoots 1/21/2014
37. Testimony Regarding A Ghost 1/27/2014
38. Crimson Rambler 1/27/2014
39. The Long Shadow of Lincoln: A Litany 6/19/2015
40. Killers 2/1/2016

Comments about Carl Sandburg

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

    very nice poem

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  • Mehmet Ceran (11/10/2017 2:18:00 AM)

    iyi adamdı kendisi Allah rahmet eylesin

  • 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.

  • Barry Gross (3/2/2012 3:15:00 PM)

    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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  • Malkisedik Yahya (9/6/2008 12:01:00 PM)

    i love sandburg's works, especially that use the wor 'moon'..wish me luck b'coz i wanna write my undergraduate thesis about the meaning of sandburg's works that use the word 'moon'...

  • Rosa Jamali (6/1/2008 2:39:00 PM)

    I think postmodern poetry owes Sandburg, as he was the first to describe machinery life, he expanded the range of words in poetry & he tried to add some new concepts, we have to reread Sandburg to go forward...

  • A. Michael Sears (2/13/2006 8:19:00 PM)

    What can I say? Carl Sandburg is truly a master. His ability to celebrate the beauty and greatness in all things common, is unmatched. And since the publication of 'Chicago Poems' in 1916, the voice of modern poetry has never been the same.

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

Dynamiter

I sat with a dynamiter at supper in a German saloon eating steak and onions.
And he laughed and told stories of his wife and children and the cause of labor and the working class.
It was laughter of an unshakable man knowing life to be a rich and red-blooded thing.
Yes, his laugh rang like the call of gray birds filled with a glory of joy ramming their winged flight through a rain storm.
His name was in many newspapers as an enemy of the nation and few keepers of churches or schools woul

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