I have love And a child, A banjo And shadows. (Losses of God, All will go And one day We will hold Only the shadows.) — Carl Sandburg, “Losses,” Chicago Poems. (Dover Publications, 1994) Originally published 1916.
Why did he write to her, “I can’t live without you”? And why did she write to him, “I can’t live without you”? For he went west, she went east, And they both lived. Carl Sandburg, “One Parting,” Honey and Salt. (Harvest Books; Edition Unstated edition April 12, 1967) Originally published 1963.
Have I, have you, been too silent? Is there an easy crime of silence? ― Carl Sandburg
But leave me a little love, A voice to speak to me in the day end, A hand to touch me in the dark room Breaking the long loneliness. In the dusk of day-shapes Blurring the sunset, One little wandering, western star Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow. Let me go to the… Continue reading Carl Sandburg
I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.. ― Carl Sandburg, from “Truths,” Chicago Poems. (Dover Publications; Unabridged edition May 20, 1994) Originally published 1916.
Here is dust remembers it was a rose one time and lay in a woman’s hair. Here is dust remembers it was a woman one time and in her hair lay a rose. Oh things one time dust, what else now is it you dream and remember of old days? ― Carl Sandburg, “Dust,” The… Continue reading Carl Sandburg
Love is a Deep and a Dark and a Lonely love is a deep and a dark and a lonely and you take it deep take it dark and take it with a lonely winding and when the winding gets too lonely then may come the windflowers and the breath of wind over many flowers… Continue reading Carl Sandburg