Carl Sandburg Quotes
Poetry is a puppet-show, where riders of skyrockets and divers of sea fathoms gossip about the sixth sense and the fourth dimension.
The wind bit hard at Valley Forge one Christmas. Soldiers tied rags on their feet. Red footprints wrote on the snow...
Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves.
I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.
There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.
I couldn't see myself filling some definite niche in what is called a career. This was all misty.
I make it clear why I write as I do and why other poets write as they do. After hundreds of experiments I decided to go my own way in style and see what would happen.
There have been as many varieties of socialists as there are wild birds that fly in the woods and sometimes go up and on through the clouds.
We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.
There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their understanding shocked and insulted.
I decided I would go to Chicago and try my luck as a writer after those eight months as a fireman.
Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.
a women is like a tea bag.it's only when she is in hot water that you realize how strong she is.
Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.
The simple dignity of a child drinking a bowl of milk embodies the fascination of an ancient rite.
Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.
I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter.
A man may be born, but in order to be born he must first die, and in order to die he must first awake.
My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work. I am the grass. I cover all.
And those who say, "I'll try anything once," often try nothing twice, three times, arriving late at the gate of dreams worth dying for.
I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building.
Tongues wrangled dark at a man. He buttoned his overcoat and stood alone. In a snowstorm, red hollyberries, thoughts, he stood alone.
My first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself.
Poetry is a plan for a slit in the face of a bronze fountain goat and the path of fresh drinking water.
Read the dictionary from A to Izzard today. Get a vocabulary. Brush up on your diction. See whether wisdom is just a lot of language.
There is only one man in the world and his name is All Men. There is only one woman in the world and her name is All Women. There is only one child in the world and the child's name is All Children.
Freedom is baffling: men having it often know not they have it till it is gone and they no longer have it.
I glory in this world of men and women, torn with troubles, yet living on to love and laugh through it all.
Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly-wings and the scraps of torn-up love-letters.
