Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

121. Clocks 1/27/2014
122. Smoke And Steel 1/21/2014
123. North Atlantic 1/21/2014
124. Cartoon 1/21/2014
125. Films 1/27/2014
126. Horse Fiddle 1/27/2014
127. Upstream 1/27/2014
128. And So To-Day 1/27/2014
129. Hoodlums 1/27/2014
130. Cups Of Coffee 1/27/2014
131. Smoke 1/27/2014
132. Tangibles 1/27/2014
133. Potomac Town In February 1/27/2014
134. Carlovingian Dreams 1/27/2014
135. Pick Offs 1/27/2014
136. Fire Dreams 1/27/2014
137. Moonset 1/27/2014
138. Portrait Of A Motor Car 1/27/2014
139. Old Osawatomie 1/27/2014
140. Two Items 1/27/2014
141. Shenandoah 1/27/2014
142. Child Margaret 1/27/2014
143. Chicks 1/21/2014
144. Remembered Women 1/27/2014
145. Weeds 1/27/2014
146. Love Beyond Keeping 1/27/2014
147. Shagbark Hickory 1/27/2014
148. Sleepyheads 1/27/2014
149. Streets Too Old 1/27/2014
150. The Sea Hold 1/10/2015
151. Five Cent Balloons 1/27/2014
152. Repetitions 1/27/2014
153. Winter Milk 1/27/2014
154. Thin Strips 1/27/2014
155. Cadenza 1/21/2014
156. The Sins Of Kalamazoo 1/27/2014
157. Four Preludes On Playthings Of The Wind 1/27/2014
158. California City Landscape 1/27/2014
159. Testament 1/27/2014
160. Garden Wireless 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

Dynamiter

I sat with a dynamiter at supper in a German saloon eating steak and onions.
And he laughed and told stories of his wife and children and the cause of labor and the working class.
It was laughter of an unshakable man knowing life to be a rich and red-blooded thing.
Yes, his laugh rang like the call of gray birds filled with a glory of joy ramming their winged flight through a rain storm.
His name was in many newspapers as an enemy of the nation and few keepers of churches or schools woul

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