Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

441. Summer Stars 1/3/2003
442. Aprons Of Silence 1/3/2003
443. And They Obey 1/3/2003
444. Dream Girl 1/3/2003
445. Young Sea 1/3/2003
446. Happiness 1/3/2003
447. A Fence 1/3/2003
448. A Sphinx 1/3/2003
449. A Coin 1/3/2003
450. Among The Red Guns 1/3/2003
451. Grass 1/3/2003
452. A Father To His Son 4/2/2010
453. All Day Long 1/3/2003
454. At A Window 1/3/2003
455. Autumn Movement 1/4/2003
456. Chicago 1/3/2003
457. Arithmetic 1/3/2003
458. Fog 1/3/2003
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


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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