Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

161. North Atlantic 1/21/2014
162. Cartoon 1/21/2014
163. Handfuls 1/27/2014
164. Films 1/27/2014
165. Horse Fiddle 1/27/2014
166. Cups Of Coffee 1/27/2014
167. Smoke 1/27/2014
168. Upstream 1/27/2014
169. Hoodlums 1/27/2014
170. Moonset 1/27/2014
171. Home Fires 1/27/2014
172. Hits And Runs 1/27/2014
173. Fire Dreams 1/27/2014
174. Three Spring Notations On Bipeds 1/27/2014
175. Proud And Beautiful 1/27/2014
176. Southern Pacific 1/27/2014
177. In Tall Grass 1/27/2014
178. Chicks 1/21/2014
179. Have Me 1/27/2014
180. River Moons 1/27/2014
181. Half Moon In A High Wind 1/27/2014
182. Manufactured Gods 1/27/2014
183. Weeds 1/27/2014
184. Remembered Women 1/27/2014
185. Harvest Sunset 1/27/2014
186. Yes , The Dead Speak To Us 1/21/2014
187. Red-Headed Restaurant Cashier 1/27/2014
188. Sleepyheads 1/27/2014
189. The Sea Hold 1/10/2015
190. Cadenza 1/21/2014
191. Four Preludes On Playthings Of The Wind 1/27/2014
192. Snow 1/27/2014
193. The People, Yes 1/27/2014
194. For You 1/27/2014
195. Dogheads 1/27/2014
196. The Wind Sings Welcome In Early Spring 1/27/2014
197. Silver Wind 1/27/2014
198. My People 1/27/2014
199. Jazz Fantasia 1/21/2014
200. Smoke Rose Gold 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

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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