It's the birthday of Carl Sandburg (January 6, 1878).
He was a mid-westerner with a strong back, weathered hands, and had a voice like the rolling prairie winds. He won three Pulitzer Prizes: two for his poetry and one for his biography of Abraham Lincoln. He was a man of the people, as down to earth as they come. Yet because of his talent and authentic dignity, people who made the headlines wanted to know him.
Click Carl Sandberg's image to hear him reciting his famous poem, "Fog."
By Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Click the image of Carl Sandberg at the typewriter to hear him recite his "Buffalo Dusk."
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Click the image of Carl Sandberg at the typewriter to hear him recite his "Buffalo Dusk."
The buffaloes are gone.
And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands and how they pawed the prairie sod into dust with their hoofs, their great heads down pawing on in a great pageant of dusk,
Those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
And the buffaloes are gone.
Click Carl Sandberg with guitar to hear him singing, "I Ride an Old Paint."
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