Who is Carl Sandburg

Carl 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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  • 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- ...
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Red 120 Night 115 White 106 Long 97 Wind 77 Sun 75 Blue 68 Woman 65 Sea 64 Head 59

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Now, O Now In This Brown Land
 by James Joyce

Now, O now, in this brown land
Where Love did so sweet music make
We two shall wander, hand in hand,
Forbearing for old friendship' sake,
Nor grieve because our love was gay
Which now is ended in this way.

A rogue in red and yellow dress

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