Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

81. Trinity Place 1/27/2014
82. Remorse 1/27/2014
83. Three Ghosts 1/27/2014
84. Three Spring Notations On Bipeds 1/27/2014
85. Slants At Buffalo, New York 1/27/2014
86. Portrait Of A Motor Car 1/27/2014
87. Buffalo Bill 1/27/2014
88. Crabapple Blossoms 1/27/2014
89. Old Osawatomie 1/27/2014
90. Grieg Being Dead 1/27/2014
91. Two Strangers Breakfast 1/27/2014
92. Boy And Father 1/27/2014
93. Throwbacks 1/27/2014
94. His Own Face Hidden 1/27/2014
95. Old-Fashioned Requited Love 1/27/2014
96. The Lawyers Know Too Much 1/27/2014
97. Flash Crimson 1/27/2014
98. Village In Late Summer 1/27/2014
99. Night Movement-New York 1/27/2014
100. Whirls 1/27/2014
101. Out Of White Lips 1/27/2014
102. High Conspiratorial Person 1/27/2014
103. Broken-Face Gargoyles 1/27/2014
104. Helga 1/27/2014
105. Letter S 1/27/2014
106. Glimmer 1/27/2014
107. People With Proud Chins 1/27/2014
108. Savoir Faire 1/27/2014
109. Chasers 1/21/2014
110. Three Balls 1/21/2014
111. Timesweep 6/22/2015
112. Streets Too Old 1/27/2014
113. Ossawatomie 1/27/2014
114. The Liars 1/27/2014
115. Places 1/27/2014
116. New Feet 1/27/2014
117. Five Cent Balloons 1/27/2014
118. Three Pieces On The Smoke Of Autumn 1/27/2014
119. Branches 1/27/2014
120. Vaudeville Dancer 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

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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