Carl Sandburg

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Carl Sandburg and his guitar.

Carl August Sandburg was born in Galesburg, Illinois on January 6, 1878. Sandburg died at his North Carolina home July 22, 1967.

His fist installment of what became a four-part acclaimed biography, Abraham Lincoln: The Prairie Years, published in 1926, was his first big success. He devoted the next several years to completing four additional volumes, Abraham Lincoln: The War Years, for which he won the Pulitzer Prize in 1940. Sandburg's Complete Poems won him a second Pulitzer Prize in 1951.

Sandburg avidly collected American folk songs from the time he was 19 years old. He published a book entitled "The American Songbag" and from this collection he learned a few chords on the guitar, and would entertain audiences after poetry recitals with his renditions of these songs.

Political Views

Sandburg was a socialist, and began writing for the International Socialist Review in 1915.[1] He later campaigned for Presidents Franklin D. Roosevelt and John F. Kennedy. Kennedy specifically requested Sandburg to read a poem at his Inauguration, January 20, 1961.



Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I
have seen your painted women under the gas lamps
luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it
is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to
kill again.
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the
faces of women and children I have seen the marks
of wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who
sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer
and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing
so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on
job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the
little soft cities;

Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning
as a savage pitted against the wilderness,

Building, breaking, rebuilding,

Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with
white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young
man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has
never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse,
and under his ribs the heart of the people,


Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of
Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog
Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with
Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.