Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

321. Mask 1/3/2003
322. An Electric Sign Goes Dark 4/2/2010
323. Murmurings In A Field Hospital 1/3/2003
324. Women Washing Their Hair 4/2/2010
325. Losses 1/3/2003
326. Jaws 1/3/2003
327. In A Breath 1/3/2003
328. Two 1/13/2003
329. Docks 1/3/2003
330. Harrison Street Court 1/3/2003
331. A Tall Man 4/2/2010
332. Flanders 1/3/2003
333. Plowboy 1/13/2003
334. To A Dead Man 1/13/2003
335. Sea Slant 1/3/2003
336. Fellow Citizens 1/3/2003
337. Upstairs 1/3/2003
338. Sea-Wash 1/3/2003
339. Fish Crier 1/3/2003
340. Street Window 1/3/2003
341. Letters To Dead Imagists 1/3/2003
342. Poems Done On A Late Night Car 1/13/2003
343. Old Woman 1/3/2003
344. Crimson 1/3/2003
345. Personality 1/13/2003
346. Our Prayer Of Thanks 1/3/2003
347. Lawyer 1/3/2003
348. Mamie 1/3/2003
349. Poppies 1/13/2003
350. The Answer 1/3/2003
351. Monotone 1/3/2003
352. Ready To Kill 1/3/2003
353. Fight 1/3/2003
354. Follies 1/3/2003
355. The Right To Grief 1/13/2003
356. June 1/3/2003
357. Pearl Fog 1/13/2003
358. Neighbors 1/3/2003
359. And This Will Be All.... 4/2/2010
360. The Harbor 1/3/2003
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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