Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

401. Limited 1/3/2003
402. Wars 1/13/2003
403. Cripple 1/3/2003
404. Death Snips Proud Men 1/1/2004
405. Bath 1/3/2003
406. Horses And Men In Rain 1/3/2003
407. A.E.F. 1/3/2003
408. Window 1/13/2003
409. Killers 1/3/2003
410. Anna Imroth 1/3/2003
411. And This Will Be All.... 4/2/2010
412. Working Girls 1/13/2003
413. Evening Waterfall 1/3/2003
414. Blacklisted 1/3/2003
415. Government 1/3/2003
416. Primer Lesson 1/3/2003
417. I Am The People, The Mob 1/3/2003
418. An Electric Sign Goes Dark 4/2/2010
419. Skyscraper 1/13/2003
420. Good Night 1/3/2003
421. Hope Is A Tattered Flag 1/3/2003
422. Theme In Yellow 1/3/2003
423. Cool Tombs 1/3/2003
424. Aztec Mask 1/3/2003
425. Waiting 1/13/2003
426. Child Moon 1/3/2003
427. Joy 1/3/2003
428. Aztec 1/3/2003
429. Who Am I? 1/3/2003
430. Nigger 1/3/2003
431. Back Yard 1/3/2003
432. Iron 1/3/2003
433. Under The Harvest Moon 1/3/2003
434. Gone 1/3/2003
435. Chicago Poet 1/3/2003
436. Between Two Hills 1/3/2003
437. Dreams In The Dusk 1/3/2003
438. A Teamster's Farewell 1/3/2003
439. Aprons Of Silence 1/3/2003
440. And They Obey 1/3/2003

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)

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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.

  • 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


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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