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.
I have loveAnd a child,A banjoAnd shadows.(Losses of God,All will goAnd one dayWe will holdOnly the shadows.) — Carl Sandburg, “Losses,” Chicago Poems. (Dover Publications, 1994) Originally published 1916.
But leave me a little love,A voice to speak to me in the day end,A hand to touch me in the dark roomBreaking the long loneliness.In the dusk of day-shapesBlurring the sunset,One little wandering, western starThrust out from the changing shores of shadow.Let me go to the window,Watch there the day-shapes of duskAnd wait and… Continue reading Carl Sandburg
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 roseone time and lay in a woman’s hair.Here is dust remembers it was a womanone time and in her hair lay a rose.Oh things one time dust, what else now is ityou dream and remember of old days? ― Carl Sandburg, “Dust,” The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg.… 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.
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
What is there for you in the birds, the birds, the birds, crying down in the north wind in September—acres of birds spotting the air going south? Is there something finished? And some new beginning on the way? — Carl Sandburg, from section “Falltime” in “Redhaw Winds,” Poetry (October 1918)
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)
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.
The Vale of Soul-Making 