Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

1. Plaster 1/27/2014
2. Spanish 1/27/2014
3. Crimson Rambler 1/27/2014
4. Swirl 1/27/2014
5. Rusty Crimson 1/27/2014
6. Paula 1/27/2014
7. Leather Leggings 1/27/2014
8. Bilbea 1/27/2014
9. Calls 1/27/2014
10. Tangibles 1/27/2014
11. Streets Too Old 1/27/2014
12. Potomac Town In February 1/27/2014
13. Mammy Hums 1/27/2014
14. Five Towns On The B. & O. 1/27/2014
15. Blue Maroons 1/27/2014
16. Stripes 1/27/2014
17. Sandhill People 1/27/2014
18. Panels 1/27/2014
19. Real Estate News 1/27/2014
20. Three Violins 1/27/2014
21. Do You Want Affidavits? 1/27/2014
22. Pick Offs 1/27/2014
23. Pigeon 1/27/2014
24. The Plowboy 1/27/2014
25. Loin Cloth 1/27/2014
26. Mohammed Bek Hadjetlache 1/27/2014
27. Cahoots 1/21/2014
28. Testimony Regarding A Ghost 1/27/2014
29. Palladiums 1/27/2014
30. Near Keokuk 1/27/2014
31. Potato Blossom Songs And Jigs 1/27/2014
32. Memoir Of A Proud Boy 1/27/2014
33. The South Wind Say So 1/27/2014
34. Jerry 1/27/2014
35. How Yesterday Looked 1/27/2014
36. Shagbark Hickory 1/27/2014
37. House 1/27/2014
38. Red-Headed Restaurant Cashier 1/27/2014
39. Brass Keys 1/27/2014
40. Chords 1/27/2014
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.

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Timesweep

I was born in the morning of the world,
So I know how morning looks
morning in the valley wanting,
morning on a mountain wanting.
Morning looks like people look,
like a cornfield wanting corn,
like a sea wanting ships.
Tell me about any strong, beautiful wanting,
And there is your morning, my morning,
everybody's morning.

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