Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

81. Two Strangers Breakfast 1/27/2014
82. Night Stuff 1/27/2014
83. Buffalo Bill 1/27/2014
84. Portrait Of A Motor Car 1/27/2014
85. Slants At Buffalo, New York 1/27/2014
86. Three Ghosts 1/27/2014
87. Three Spring Notations On Bipeds 1/27/2014
88. The Hammer 1/21/2014
89. Child Margaret 1/27/2014
90. Dan 1/27/2014
91. Man, The Man-Hunter 1/27/2014
92. Letter S 1/27/2014
93. People With Proud Chins 1/27/2014
94. Glimmer 1/27/2014
95. Savoir Faire 1/27/2014
96. Chasers 1/21/2014
97. Three Balls 1/21/2014
98. Village In Late Summer 1/27/2014
99. Flash Crimson 1/27/2014
100. Old-Fashioned Requited Love 1/27/2014
101. The Lawyers Know Too Much 1/27/2014
102. Boy And Father 1/27/2014
103. Throwbacks 1/27/2014
104. His Own Face Hidden 1/27/2014
105. High Conspiratorial Person 1/27/2014
106. Broken-Face Gargoyles 1/27/2014
107. Night Movement-New York 1/27/2014
108. Whirls 1/27/2014
109. Out Of White Lips 1/27/2014
110. Helga 1/27/2014
111. The Plowboy 1/27/2014
112. Branches 1/27/2014
113. Vaudeville Dancer 1/27/2014
114. New Feet 1/27/2014
115. Places 1/27/2014
116. Five Cent Balloons 1/27/2014
117. Just Before April Came 1/27/2014
118. The Liars 1/27/2014
119. Nights Nothings Again 1/27/2014
120. Mist Forms 1/27/2014
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

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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