Best Sandburg Poems

“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” – Carl Sandburg.

Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Stirring souls, poetry just knows,
Love, fire, boldest winds of...

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They wouldn’t let me be White 
Oh I wanted to be 
Dreams of that Pulitzer haunted me 

They said, Sir, you have ten minutes to...

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Where is the great engine of life?
  How many mechanics does it take 
  to keep it running smooth as a baby's bottom?
All...

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Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire
smokestacks, waffles, pansies, people,
and purple sunsets.

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It is like a drunk
or addict reaching that 'so called' stopping off point. That point
where one can't imagine life with or without the fix. Writing...

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Another World Series 
  I lay down and watched 
as the Cubs 
won it in ten
   A victory after one hundred and...

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Eric Mottram on the American literary and cultural scene during 1965-66 while he was the recipient of the American Learned Societies’ award for a year....

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MINI VACATION

sweetness of four days
off in a row

to pitter, to dream, to combat
the clutter and dust, even the walls

how have i missed that? to dream
on...

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Silvery Moon drifts through open window.
Baby's bassinet is bathed in evening sky.

Across the open yards, Silvery Moon gifts,
gifts love and devotion to taper the shadows.
A...

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The Beach Boys sang about the sloop, John B.
They weren’t the first, nor would they be the last.
John Bethel built this sixteen-foot-long boat
in sixteen forty-seven,...

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I love so much the book company, 
More than anything in the world,
More than cats or butterflies,  
Looking at the books in my room,...

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Sandburg saw you
more than a century ago
in prairie-town Galesburg -
an old lady on the porch - 
unbothered by the whooping cries
of ball-playing boys.

Strangely, you had...

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As a poet who likes to make things rhyme,
It has been a mystery to me why some prefer "Free Verse".
I rarely, if ever at all,...

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Carl Sandburg

Life is a garden; What’s not to like?
You can’t grow an onion without proper soil.
You peel back the rocky top and remove it,
You haul...

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they come like little pawed feet
gathering strings and yarns of life
silently sitting on their haunches
eager to peek further in the door
'til hounds arouse to nip...

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