Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

441. Under The Harvest Moon 1/3/2003
442. Aprons Of Silence 1/3/2003
443. And They Obey 1/3/2003
444. Dream Girl 1/3/2003
445. Happiness 1/3/2003
446. Young Sea 1/3/2003
447. Summer Stars 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. Autumn Movement 1/4/2003
455. At A Window 1/3/2003
456. Chicago 1/3/2003
457. Arithmetic 1/3/2003
458. Fog 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.

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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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