Read the dictionary from A to Izzard today. Get a vocabulary. Brush up on your diction. See whether wisdom is just a lot of language. ― Carl Sandburg, from “Is Wisdom a Lot of Language,” Honey and Salt. (Harvest Books; Edition Unstated edition April 12, 1967) Advertisements
WISHES left on your lips The mark of their wings. Regrets fly kites in your eyes. — Carl Sandburg, “Wistful,” Smoke and Steel. (Kessinger Publishing, LLC, December 1, 2004) Originally published January 1st 1960.
Sometimes in the evening when love tunes its harp and the crickets celebrate life, I am like a troubadour in search of friends, loved ones, anyone who will share with me a bit of conversation. My loneliness arrives ghostlike and pretentious, it seeks my soul, it is ravenous and hurting … I want to find… Continue reading Luis Omar Salinas
I speak of new cities and new people. I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes. I tell you yesterday is a wind gone down, a sun dropped in the west. I tell you there is nothing in the world only an ocean of to-morrows, a sky of to-morrows. — Carl Sandburg, from… Continue reading Carl Sandburg
I HAVE ransacked the encyclopedias And slid my fingers among topics and titles Looking for you. And the answer comes slow. There seems to be no answer. I shall ask the next banana peddler the who and the why of it. Or—the iceman with his… Continue reading Carl Sandburg
THE fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. — Carl Sandburg, “Fog,” Chicago Poems. (Dover Publications; Unabridged edition May 20, 1994) Originally published 1916.
I’m either going to be a writer or a bum. ― Carl Sandburg