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Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.

Carl Sandburg

If I added to their pride of America, I am happy.
CARL SANDBURG

Country Happy People Pride
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.
CARL SANDBURG

Dark Duck Sky
It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down. And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.
CARL SANDBURG

Coffee Eye Moon
There is only one child in the world and the Child’s name is All Children.
CARL SANDBURG

Children Name World
There is no song to your singing.
CARL SANDBURG

Allow Sing Song Talent
If the facts are against you, argue the law. If the law is against you, argue the facts. If the law and the facts are against you, pound the table and yell like hell
CARL SANDBURG

Argue Law Tables Fact
My first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself.
CARL SANDBURG

Cutting First Wire
Look 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 SANDBURG

Long Looks Use
Be careful with your words, once they are said, they can only be forgiven, not forgotten.
CARL SANDBURG

Careful Forgotten Said
Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.
CARL SANDBURG

Morning Night Wait Weave
Enough small empty boxes thrown into a big empty box fill it full.
CARL SANDBURG

Box Empty Enough
Man 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 SANDBURG

Brother Men Win
In 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 SANDBURG

Average Stories Stress
When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.
CARL SANDBURG

Girl Hair Write
Rest is not a word of free people. Rest is a monarchical word.
CARL SANDBURG

Morachical People Rest
The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.
CARL SANDBURG

Ocean Respect Sea

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