Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

321. Jaws 1/3/2003
322. In A Breath 1/3/2003
323. Two 1/13/2003
324. Docks 1/3/2003
325. Harrison Street Court 1/3/2003
326. A Tall Man 4/2/2010
327. Flanders 1/3/2003
328. Plowboy 1/13/2003
329. To A Dead Man 1/13/2003
330. Sea Slant 1/3/2003
331. Laughing Corn 1/3/2003
332. Fellow Citizens 1/3/2003
333. Upstairs 1/3/2003
334. Sea-Wash 1/3/2003
335. Fish Crier 1/3/2003
336. Street Window 1/3/2003
337. Letters To Dead Imagists 1/3/2003
338. Poems Done On A Late Night Car 1/13/2003
339. Old Woman 1/3/2003
340. Crimson 1/3/2003
341. Personality 1/13/2003
342. Our Prayer Of Thanks 1/3/2003
343. Lawyer 1/3/2003
344. Mamie 1/3/2003
345. Poppies 1/13/2003
346. The Answer 1/3/2003
347. Ready To Kill 1/3/2003
348. Fight 1/3/2003
349. Follies 1/3/2003
350. Dunes 1/3/2003
351. The Right To Grief 1/13/2003
352. June 1/3/2003
353. Pearl Fog 1/13/2003
354. Neighbors 1/3/2003
355. The Harbor 1/3/2003
356. Jack 1/3/2003
357. Soup 1/3/2003
358. Mask 1/3/2003
359. To Certain Journeymen 1/13/2003
360. Fog Portrait 4/2/2010

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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