Fog by Carl Sandburg
Outside again. Awake at this hour again. Fog Carl Sandburg The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
Love is a Deep and a Dark and a Lonely by Carl Sandburg
Just saw this and thought it was so beautiful. Love is a Deep and a Dark and a Lonely Carl Sandburg love is a deep and a dark and a lonely and you take it deep take it dark and take it with a lonely
Sea-Wash by Carl Sandburg
Thinking of water, again. What I would give to live in a house by the sea. I would walk the shoreline every day, and occasionally throw my poems to the wind. I would watch them fly, then fall, then get
Little Word, Little White Bird by Carl Sandburg
In the mood for a long poem, and who better to turn to than this man? Little Word, Little White Bird Carl Sandburg Love, is it a cat with claws and wild mate screams in the black night? Love, is it a bird--a goldfinch with
Explanations of Love by Carl Sandburg
Found this while browsing. Ah, Sandburg. Explanations of Love Carl Sandburg There is a place where love begins and a place where love ends. There is a touch of two hands that foils all dictionaries. There is a look of eyes fierce as a big Bethlehem
Summer Stars by Carl Sandburg
And since my room has no windows, it's impossible to see the stars. I have since developed the habit of seeking solace in poems. Summer Stars Carl Sandburg Bend low again, night of summer stars. So near you are, sky of summer