Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

321. Monotone 1/3/2003
322. Murmurings In A Field Hospital 1/3/2003
323. Women Washing Their Hair 4/2/2010
324. Losses 1/3/2003
325. Jaws 1/3/2003
326. In A Breath 1/3/2003
327. Two 1/13/2003
328. Docks 1/3/2003
329. Harrison Street Court 1/3/2003
330. A Tall Man 4/2/2010
331. Flanders 1/3/2003
332. Plowboy 1/13/2003
333. To A Dead Man 1/13/2003
334. Sea Slant 1/3/2003
335. Laughing Corn 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. Ready To Kill 1/3/2003
352. Fight 1/3/2003
353. The Right To Grief 1/13/2003
354. June 1/3/2003
355. Pearl Fog 1/13/2003
356. Neighbors 1/3/2003
357. The Harbor 1/3/2003
358. Jack 1/3/2003
359. Soup 1/3/2003
360. To Certain Journeymen 1/13/2003

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

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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