Rest is not a word of free people. Rest is a monarchical word.
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 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 SANDBURGIf I added to their pride of America, I am happy.
CARL SANDBURGWhen I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.
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 SANDBURGEnough small empty boxes thrown into a big empty box fill it full.
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 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 SANDBURGMy first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself.
CARL SANDBURGBe careful with your words, once they are said, they can only be forgiven, not forgotten.
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 SANDBURGPoetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.
CARL SANDBURGPoetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.
CARL SANDBURG