Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

41. The South Wind Say So 1/27/2014
42. Pods 1/27/2014
43. Shagbark Hickory 1/27/2014
44. How Yesterday Looked 1/27/2014
45. House 1/27/2014
46. Potato Blossom Songs And Jigs 1/27/2014
47. Jerry 1/27/2014
48. Memoir Of A Proud Boy 1/27/2014
49. Brass Keys 1/27/2014
50. Chords 1/27/2014
51. Fire-Logs 1/27/2014
52. Blue Ridge 1/27/2014
53. Red-Headed Restaurant Cashier 1/27/2014
54. In The Shadow Of The Palace 1/27/2014
55. Laughing Blue Steel 1/27/2014
56. Crimson Changes People 1/27/2014
57. Tawny 1/27/2014
58. Buckwheat 1/27/2014
59. Memoranda 1/27/2014
60. Questionnaire 1/27/2014
61. Prayers After World War 1/27/2014
62. Legends 1/27/2014
63. Clean Hands 1/27/2014
64. Whiffletree 1/27/2014
65. Two Items 1/27/2014
66. Shenandoah 1/27/2014
67. Never Born 1/27/2014
68. Sand Scribblings 1/27/2014
69. Crapshooters 1/27/2014
70. Remorse 1/27/2014
71. Trinity Place 1/27/2014
72. Put Off The Wedding Five Times And Nobody Comes To It 1/27/2014
73. Potomac River Mist 1/27/2014
74. Jug 1/27/2014
75. Crabapple Blossoms 1/27/2014
76. Old Osawatomie 1/27/2014
77. Two Strangers Breakfast 1/27/2014
78. Grieg Being Dead 1/27/2014
79. Night Stuff 1/27/2014
80. Buffalo Bill 1/27/2014

Comments about Carl Sandburg

  • 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'...

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  • 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

Statistics

Napoleon shifted,
Restless in the old sarcophagus
And murmured to a watchguard:
"Who goes there?"
"Twenty-one million men,
Soldiers, armies, guns,
Twenty-one million
Afoot, horseback,
In the air,

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