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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

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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)

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Carl Sandburg

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)

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Carl Sandburg

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

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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

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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.

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