Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

201. Hate 1/27/2014
202. The People, Yes 1/27/2014
203. For You 1/27/2014
204. The Wind Sings Welcome In Early Spring 1/27/2014
205. Dogheads 1/27/2014
206. Purple Martins 1/27/2014
207. Let Love Go On 1/27/2014
208. Jazz Fantasia 1/21/2014
209. Smoke Rose Gold 1/27/2014
210. Home Thoughts 1/27/2014
211. Washerwoman 1/27/2014
212. Elephants Are Different To Different People 1/27/2014
213. Still Life 1/27/2014
214. Legends 1/27/2014
215. Dancer 1/27/2014
216. Flying Fish 1/27/2014
217. Falltime 1/27/2014
218. Weeds 1/27/2014
219. Wistful 1/27/2014
220. Throw Roses 1/27/2014
221. Flat Lands 1/27/2014
222. Buffalo Dusk 1/27/2014
223. They Ask Each Other Where They Came From 1/27/2014
224. Early Moon 1/27/2014
225. Wilderness 1/27/2014
226. Excerp From The People, Yes 12/23/2014
227. Illinois Farmer 1/27/2014
228. Splinter 1/19/2015
229. Old Timers 1/3/2003
230. Broken Tabernacles 4/2/2010
231. Baltic Fog Notes 4/2/2010
232. Band Concert 4/2/2010
233. Baby Vamps 4/2/2010
234. Eleventh Avenue Racket 4/2/2010
235. Balloon Faces 4/2/2010
236. Basket 4/2/2010
237. On The Way 1/3/2003
238. Jan Kubelik 1/3/2003
239. Momus 1/3/2003
240. Manual System 1/3/2003

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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