Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

281. Alley Rats 4/2/2010
282. The Shovel Man 1/13/2003
283. Sketch 1/13/2003
284. Bronzes 1/3/2003
285. Dynamiter 1/3/2003
286. Maybe 1/3/2003
287. Monosyllabic 1/3/2003
288. Pool 1/13/2003
289. Statistics 1/13/2003
290. Troths 1/3/2003
291. Silver Nails 1/13/2003
292. The Year 1/3/2003
293. Muckers 1/3/2003
294. 'Boes 1/13/2003
295. Hell On The Wabash 1/3/2003
296. Clark Street Bridge 1/3/2003
297. Bringers 1/3/2003
298. Under A Hat Rim 1/13/2003
299. Interior 1/3/2003
300. Subway 1/13/2003
301. Mag 1/3/2003
302. To A Contemporary Bunkshooter 1/13/2003
303. Population Drifts 1/13/2003
304. Blue Island Intersection 1/3/2003
305. River Roads 1/3/2003
306. Two Neighbors 1/13/2003
307. Omaha 1/3/2003
308. Whitelight 1/13/2003
309. Pals 1/13/2003
310. The Mist 1/3/2003
311. Dunes 1/3/2003
312. Prayers Of Steel 1/3/2003
313. On The Breakwater 1/3/2003
314. Loam 1/3/2003
315. The Hangman At Home 1/3/2003
316. Under 1/13/2003
317. Margaret 1/3/2003
318. Mask 1/3/2003
319. Monotone 1/3/2003
320. Murmurings In A Field Hospital 1/3/2003

Comments about Carl Sandburg

  • sasmitarani nayak (11/10/2017 9:36:00 PM)

    very nice poem

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  • Kaycee Terpening (11/9/2017 11:02:00 AM)

    i like the alone it creative

  • Greg Bell Greg Bell (4/16/2017 4:51:00 PM)

    These days, Sandburg is an undervalued poet. I once spent many an hour listening to old records of him reciting his work. If you ever get the chance, listen to his 'Rutabaga Stories.' Pure magic.

  • Raymond Farrell (12/3/2015 6:33:00 AM)

    It is a pity that the academic elite these days do not hold Carl Sandburg in very high esteem compared to Stevens or Elliot or even John Ashbury in instances.

  • Barry Gross (3/2/2012 3:15:00 PM)

    When I listen to a politician trumpet proud words
    I wonder, if hidden by the lectern, are
    polished wingtips or long, hard boots.

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  • 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'...

  • 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


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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