Who is Carl SandburgCarl August Sandburg (January 6, 1878 – July 22, 1967) was an American poet, biographer, writer, and editor. He won three Pulitzer Prizes: two for his poetry and one for his biography of Abraham Lincoln. During his lifetime, Sandburg was widely regarded as "a major figure in contemporary literature", especially for volumes of his collected verse, including Chicago Poems (1916), Cornhuskers (1918), and Smoke and Steel (1920). He enjoyed "unrivaled appeal as a poet in his day, perhaps because the breadth of his experiences connected him with so many strands of American life", and at his death in 1967, President Lyndon B. Johnson observed that "Carl Sandburg was more than the voice of America, more than the poet of its strength and genius. He was America."
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Carl Sandburg Poems
- Jack London And O. Henry
BOTH were jailbirds; no speechmakers at all; speaking best with one foot on a brass rail; a beer glass in the left hand and the right hand employed for gestures.
And both were lights snuffed out... no warning... no lingering:
- Flat Lands
FLAT lands on the end of town where real estate men are crying new subdivisions,
The sunsets pour blood and fire over you hundreds and hundreds of nights, flat lands-blood and fire of sunsets thousands of years have been pouring over you.
And the stars follow the sunsets. One gold star. A shower of blue stars. Blurs of white and gray stars. Vast marching processions of stars arching over you flat lands where frogs sob this April night.
'Lots for Sale-Easy Terms' run letters painted on a board-and the stars wheel onward, the frogs sob this April night....
- Sandhill People
I TOOK away three pictures.
One was a white gull forming a half-mile arch from the pines toward Waukegan.
One was a whistle in the little sandhills, a bird crying either to the sunset gone or the dusk come.
One was three spotted waterbirds, zigzagging, cutting scrolls and jags, writing a bird Sanscrit of wing points, half over the sand, half over the water, a half-love for the sea, a half-love for the land. ...
- They All Want To Play Hamlet
They all want to play Hamlet.
They have not exactly seen their fathers killed
Nor their mothers in a frame-up to kill,
Nor an Ophelia lying with dust gagging the heart, ...
- Humming Bird Woman
WHY should I be wondering
How you would look in black velvet and yellow? in orange and green?
I who cannot remember whether it was a dash of blue
Or a whirr of red under your willow throat- ...
Top 10 most used topics by Carl SandburgRed 120 Night 115 White 106 Long 97 Wind 77 Sun 75 Blue 68 Woman 65 Sea 64 Head 59
Carl Sandburg Quotes
- Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
- Nothing happens unless first a dream.
- When a nation goes down, or a society perishes, one condition may always be found; they forgot where they came from. They lost sight of what had brought them along.
- Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky -- or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time.
- History is a living horse laughing at a wooden horse. History is a wind blowing where it listeth. History is no sure thing to bet on. History is a box of tricks with a lost key. History is a labyrinth of doors with sliding panels, a book of ciphers with the code in a cave of the Saragossa sea. History says, if it pleases, Excuse me, I beg your pardon, it will never happen again if I can help it.
Comments about Carl Sandburg
- Rgamazingofc_: time is the coin of your life. it is the only coin you have. be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.~carl sandburg ralphgail bebetimesashowtime
- Sunotes: to be a good loser is to learn how to win. carl sandburg
- Jupiterrisingt1: words of wisdom “life is like an onion; you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.” carl sandburg
- Truefactsbot: there are a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud. carl sandburg
- Firesnew: i will read ashes for you, if you ask me. i will look on the fire and tell you from the gray lashes and out of the red and black tongues and stripes, i will tell how fire comes and how fire runs far as the sea. - carl sandburg