Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Carl Sandburg Poems

1. Fog 1/3/2003
2. Chicago 1/3/2003
3. At a Window 1/3/2003
4. Arithmetic 1/3/2003
5. Grass 1/3/2003
6. Among the Red Guns 1/3/2003
7. A Father To His Son 4/2/2010
8. A Sphinx 1/3/2003
9. Young Sea 1/3/2003
10. Autumn Movement 1/4/2003
11. A Coin 1/3/2003
12. Dream Girl 1/3/2003
13. Dreams in the Dusk 1/3/2003
14. And They Obey 1/3/2003
15. Happiness 1/3/2003
16. A Fence 1/3/2003
17. Under the Harvest Moon 1/3/2003
18. All Day Long 1/3/2003
19. From The Shore 1/3/2003
20. Aprons of Silence 1/3/2003

Silver Nails

A man was crucified. He came to the city a stranger,
was accused, and nailed to a cross. He lingered hanging.
Laughed at the crowd. "The nails are iron," he
said, "You are cheap. In my country when we crucify
we use silver nails. . ." So he went jeering. They
did not understand him at first. Later they talked about
him in changed voices in the saloons, bowling alleys, and
churches. It came over them every man is crucified
only once in his life and the law of humanity dictates

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