Sandburg Poems - Poems about Sandburg

...“Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.” Carl Sandburg. My creativity is soari......

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... Today I’m grateful for babies and for Carl Sandburg In today’s world they are the perfect pairing from which my gratitude is drawn… Because a baby, as Carl Sandburg said, is God’s opinion ......

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... “Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” – Carl Sandburg. Glowing like the roused firefly glows, Stirring souls, poetry just knows, Love, fire, boldest winds of desire......

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... Beat the drums; aye, beat the drums! Make them go stark raving mad— These likes of Emperor Jones. 1 The criminals' courts play house. Adzes don't cut their own tails. 2 Where are Clinton, Bu......

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...Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a......

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...Carl Sandburg 'FOG'......

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...Carl Sandburg 'THE PEOPLE ! YES'                /////  / _\////               __ \  )              \     /               |   |       people power= one man/one vote......

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...I love so much the book company, More than anything in the world, More than cats or butterflies, Looking at the books in my room, soothe me, Henry James amazes me, what intelligence, Yachar K......

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...Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire smokestacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets. Carl Sandburg PURPLE PANSIES ......

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...Carl Sandburg Life is a garden; What’s not to like? You can’t grow an onion without proper soil. You peel back the rocky top and remove it, You haul off...

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...Carl Sandburg Precious, this life is, so swift and so fleeting, wrapped in enigma, like an onion you peel. It offers itself to the one who is willin......

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...They wouldn’t let me be White Oh I wanted to be Dreams of that Pulitzer haunted me They said, Sir, you have ten minutes to play I gave them Milton, Poe and Millay I stood before that panel......

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...Eric Mottram on the American literary and cultural scene during 1965-66 while he was the recipient of the American Learned Societies’ award for a year. (begun in the last post and to be continued)......

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...Where is the great engine of life? How many mechanics does it take to keep it running smooth as a baby's bottom? All those wheels and sockets and spindles --- must need great care; The sc......

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...As a poet who likes to make things rhyme, It has been a mystery to me why some prefer "Free Verse". I rarely, if ever at all, understand how to write in that style. Perhaps, that is why I chose it......

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