Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

81. Grieg Being Dead 1/27/2014
82. Two Strangers Breakfast 1/27/2014
83. Night Stuff 1/27/2014
84. Buffalo Bill 1/27/2014
85. Crabapple Blossoms 1/27/2014
86. Portrait Of A Motor Car 1/27/2014
87. Slants At Buffalo, New York 1/27/2014
88. Three Ghosts 1/27/2014
89. Three Spring Notations On Bipeds 1/27/2014
90. Whiffletree 1/27/2014
91. Legends 1/27/2014
92. Never Born 1/27/2014
93. Helga 1/27/2014
94. Village In Late Summer 1/27/2014
95. The Lawyers Know Too Much 1/27/2014
96. Flash Crimson 1/27/2014
97. Old-Fashioned Requited Love 1/27/2014
98. Throwbacks 1/27/2014
99. Out Of White Lips 1/27/2014
100. His Own Face Hidden 1/27/2014
101. High Conspiratorial Person 1/27/2014
102. Broken-Face Gargoyles 1/27/2014
103. Whirls 1/27/2014
104. Night Movement-New York 1/27/2014
105. Chasers 1/21/2014
106. Three Balls 1/21/2014
107. Savoir Faire 1/27/2014
108. People With Proud Chins 1/27/2014
109. Glimmer 1/27/2014
110. Letter S 1/27/2014
111. Loin Cloth 1/27/2014
112. Pigeon 1/27/2014
113. Mammy Hums 1/27/2014
114. Sandhill People 1/27/2014
115. Blizzard Notes 1/27/2014
116. Mist Forms 1/27/2014
117. Jabberers 1/27/2014
118. Repetitions 1/27/2014
119. Thin Strips 1/27/2014
120. Winter Milk 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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