Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

361. To Certain Journeymen 1/13/2003
362. Dusty Doors 1/3/2003
363. Old Woman 1/3/2003
364. Valley Song 1/4/2003
365. In A Back Alley 1/3/2003
366. Gypsy 1/3/2003
367. Threes 1/3/2003
368. Flux 1/3/2003
369. Follies 1/3/2003
370. A Million Young Work Men 4/2/2010
371. Halsted Street Car 1/3/2003
372. The Great Hunt 1/3/2003
373. Kin 1/3/2003
374. They Will Say 1/3/2003
375. Broadway 1/3/2003
376. White Shoulders 1/3/2003
377. Haunts 1/3/2003
378. Bas-Relief 1/3/2003
379. Bricklayer Love 1/13/2003
380. Under A Telephone Pole 1/3/2003
381. The Junk Man 1/3/2003
382. The Road And The End 1/3/2003
383. Accomplished Facts 4/2/2010
384. Fire Pages 1/3/2003
385. Dust 1/3/2003
386. Crucible 1/3/2003
387. Choose 1/3/2003
388. Last Answers 1/3/2003
389. Buttons 1/3/2003
390. Prairie Waters By Night 1/3/2003
391. Cripple 1/3/2003
392. Killers 1/3/2003
393. Choices 1/3/2003
394. Child 1/3/2003
395. Skyscraper 1/13/2003
396. Child Of The Romans 1/3/2003
397. I Sang 1/3/2003
398. Graceland 1/3/2003
399. Lost 1/3/2003
400. Graves 1/3/2003
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

Aprons Of Silence

Many things I might have said today.
And I kept my mouth shut.
So many times I was asked
To come and say the same things
Everybody was saying, no end
To the yes-yes, yes-yes,
me-too, me-too.

The aprons of silence covered me.

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