Enough small empty boxes thrown into a big empty box fill it full.
CARL SANDBURGEnough small empty boxes thrown into a big empty box fill it full.
CARL SANDBURGThe sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.
CARL SANDBURGThere is no song to your singing.
CARL SANDBURGPoetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.
CARL SANDBURGWhen I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.
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 SANDBURGThere is only one child in the world and the Child’s name is All Children.
CARL SANDBURGIt was here we turned the coffee cups upside down. And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.
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 SANDBURGRest is not a word of free people. Rest is a monarchical word.
CARL SANDBURGPoetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.
CARL SANDBURGBe careful with your words, once they are said, they can only be forgiven, not forgotten.
CARL SANDBURGMy first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself.
CARL SANDBURGIf 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 SANDBURGPoetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.
CARL SANDBURG