Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

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

Comments about Carl Sandburg

  • 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.

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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

Noon Hour

She sits in the dust at the walls
And makes cigars,
Bending at the bench
With fingers wage-anxious,
Changing her sweat for the day's pay.

Now the noon hour has come,
And she leans with her bare arms
On the window-sill over the river,

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