Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.
CARL SANDBURGPoetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.
CARL SANDBURGIt was here we turned the coffee cups upside down. And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.
CARL SANDBURGThere is no song to your singing.
CARL SANDBURGPoetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.
CARL SANDBURGWhen I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.
CARL SANDBURGLook out how you use proud words. When you let proud words go, it is not easy to call them back. They wear long boots, hard boots; they walk off proud; they can’t hear you calling. Look out how you use proud words.
CARL SANDBURGMy first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself.
CARL SANDBURGThere is only one child in the world and the Child’s name is All Children.
CARL SANDBURGIn the average newspaper there is not a complete suppression of stories that the sacred cows don’t want printed. But rather what happens is that the stories get printed with stresses, colorations and emphasis that favor the sacred cows.
CARL SANDBURGEnough small empty boxes thrown into a big empty box fill it full.
CARL SANDBURGMan is a long time coming. Man will yet win. Brother may yet line up with brother: This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.There are men who can’t be bought.
CARL SANDBURGIf I added to their pride of America, I am happy.
CARL SANDBURGBe careful with your words, once they are said, they can only be forgiven, not forgotten.
CARL SANDBURGRest is not a word of free people. Rest is a monarchical word.
CARL SANDBURGThe sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.
CARL SANDBURGPoetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.
CARL SANDBURG