Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

401. Lost 1/3/2003
402. Bones 1/3/2003
403. Stars, Songs, Faces 1/3/2003
404. They All Want To Play Hamlet 1/3/2003
405. Chicago Poet 1/3/2003
406. Languages 1/3/2003
407. Wars 1/13/2003
408. Death Snips Proud Men 1/1/2004
409. Bath 1/3/2003
410. Horses And Men In Rain 1/3/2003
411. Working Girls 1/13/2003
412. A.E.F. 1/3/2003
413. Window 1/13/2003
414. Government 1/3/2003
415. I Am The People, The Mob 1/3/2003
416. Aztec Mask 1/3/2003
417. Anna Imroth 1/3/2003
418. Evening Waterfall 1/3/2003
419. Blacklisted 1/3/2003
420. Primer Lesson 1/3/2003
421. Limited 1/3/2003
422. Aztec 1/3/2003
423. Good Night 1/3/2003
424. Joy 1/3/2003
425. Back Yard 1/3/2003
426. Hope Is A Tattered Flag 1/3/2003
427. Theme In Yellow 1/3/2003
428. Iron 1/3/2003
429. Cool Tombs 1/3/2003
430. Waiting 1/13/2003
431. Child Moon 1/3/2003
432. Who Am I? 1/3/2003
433. Nigger 1/3/2003
434. Happiness 1/3/2003
435. Under The Harvest Moon 1/3/2003
436. Gone 1/3/2003
437. Between Two Hills 1/3/2003
438. Dreams In The Dusk 1/3/2003
439. A Teamster's Farewell 1/3/2003
440. Honky Tonk In Cleveland, Ohio 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

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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