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I was reading Carl Sandburg and Gwendolyn Brooks, and I'm still very, very deeply moved by Gwendolyn Brooks's life and her work. — Sandra Cisneros

The buffaloes are gone.
And those who saw the buffaloes are gone. — Carl Sandburg

Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split one boulder. — Carl Sandburg

Life is an onion - you peel it year by year and sometimes cry. — Carl Sandburg

The secret to happiness is to admire without desiring. — Carl Sandburg

I learned you can't trust the judgment of good friends. — Carl Sandburg

A tree is best measured when it is down - and so it is with people. — Carl Sandburg

I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor. — Carl Sandburg

Whenever a people or an institution forget its hard beginnings, it is beginning to decay. — Carl Sandburg

Freedom is baffling: men having it often know not they have it till it is gone and they no longer have it. — Carl Sandburg

People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened. — Carl Sandburg

Poetry is the cipher key to the five mystic wishes packed in a hollow silver bullet fed to a flying fish. — Carl Sandburg

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits. — Carl Sandburg

Tell no man anything, for no man listens
Yet hold thy lips ready to speak. — Carl Sandburg

Night from a railroad car window
is a great, dark, soft thing
Broken across with slashes of light. — Carl Sandburg

The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to. — Carl Sandburg

One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude. — Carl Sandburg

To never see a fool you lock yourself in your room and smash the looking-glass. — Carl Sandburg

You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget. — Carl Sandburg

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must. — Carl Sandburg

Who else speaks for the Family of Man?
They are in tune and step
with constellations of universal law. — Carl Sandburg

In democracy both a deep reverence and a sense of the comic are requisite. — Carl Sandburg

Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower. — Carl Sandburg

Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me. — Carl Sandburg

Time is the coin of life. Only you can determine how it will be spent. — Carl Sandburg

I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago. — Carl Sandburg

I decided I would go to Chicago and try my luck as a writer after those eight months as a fireman. — Carl Sandburg

I'll die propped up in bed trying to do a poem about America. — Carl Sandburg

I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going but I'm on the way. — Carl Sandburg

Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away? — Carl Sandburg

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes. — Carl Sandburg

The people will live on.The learning and blundering people will live on. — Carl Sandburg

An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, "Come and find me, come and find me." — Carl Sandburg

SONG OF THE MAN WHO WAS TO BE HUNG The thunders will take me home, whenever I mind to go home, my friends, and the wind it will take me home, too. — Carl Sandburg

What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing? — Carl Sandburg

My first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself. — Carl Sandburg

The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading Keep Off. — Carl Sandburg

Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on. — Carl Sandburg

I am the people the mob the crowd the mass. Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me? — Carl Sandburg

The squeaky wheel gets the grease but the quacking duck gets shot. — Carl Sandburg

The wind bit hard at Valley Forge one Christmas.
Soldiers tied rags on their feet.
Red footprints wrote on the snow ... — Carl Sandburg

There are people who want to be everywhere at once, and they get nowhere — Carl Sandburg

Here I saw a city rise and say to the peoples round world: Listen, I am strong, I know what I want. — Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches. — Carl Sandburg

Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly-wings and the scraps of torn-up love-letters. — Carl Sandburg

Nothing happens... but first a dream — Carl Sandburg

Poetry is an exhibit of one pendulum connecting with other and unseen pendulums inside and outside the one seen. — Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a fossil rock-print of a fin and a wing, with an illegible oath between. — Carl Sandburg

Nothing happens unless first a dream. — Carl Sandburg

It is the business of little minds to shrink. — Carl Sandburg

Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are. — Carl Sandburg

Such a Big miracle in such a tiny baby. Big things often have small beginnings A baby is God's opinion that life should go on. — Carl Sandburg

There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their understanding shocked and insulted — Carl Sandburg

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself — Carl Sandburg

Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you. — Carl Sandburg

There is no song to your singing. — Carl Sandburg

The dead hold in their hands only what they have given away. — Carl Sandburg

Death comes once, let it be easy. — Carl Sandburg

Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance. — Carl Sandburg

To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard. — Carl Sandburg

Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves. — Carl Sandburg

I am stone and steel of your sleeping numbers;
I remember all you forget.
I will die as many times
as you make me over again. — Carl Sandburg

What if they gave a war and nobody came? — Carl Sandburg

And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist. — Carl Sandburg

Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny. — Carl Sandburg

There is a warning love sends and the cost of it is never written till long afterward. — Carl Sandburg

The shovel is the brother to the gun. — Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a projection across silence of cadences arranged to break that silence with definite intentions of echoes, syllables, wave lengths. — Carl Sandburg

I remember in my early 20s when I felt I couldn't live past 30. I was learning how to write. I had a lot of hard work ahead of me. — Carl Sandburg

I am still studying verbs and the mystery of how they connect nouns. I am more suspicious of adjectives than at any other time in all my born days. — Carl Sandburg

I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way. — Carl Sandburg

I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it — Carl Sandburg

Tongues wrangled dark at a man.
He buttoned his overcoat and stood alone.
In a snowstorm, red hollyberries, thoughts, he stood alone. — Carl Sandburg

Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us, and only for those who were willing to fail are the dangers and splendors of life. — Carl Sandburg

Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil, the sum of blessings. — Carl Sandburg

I have become infected, now that I see how beautifully a book is coming out of all this. — Carl Sandburg

Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits. — Carl Sandburg

A liar goes in fine clothes, a liar goes in rags, a liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes. — Carl Sandburg

The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer. — Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it. — Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets. — Carl Sandburg

In the night the cabbages catch at the moon, the leaves drip silver, the rows of cabbages are a series of little silver waterfalls in the moon. — Carl Sandburg

I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building. — Carl Sandburg

An expert is a damn fool a long way from home. — Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps. — Carl Sandburg

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work. — Carl Sandburg

Life is like an onion; you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep. — Carl Sandburg

I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter. — Carl Sandburg

Enough small empty boxes thrown into a big empty box fill it full. — Carl Sandburg

Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder. — Carl Sandburg

The people know what the land knows. — Carl Sandburg

The American mind, unlike the English, is not formed by books, but, as Carl Sandburg once said to me ... by newspapers and the Bible. — Van Wyck Brooks

I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself. — Carl Sandburg

We had two grand antique professors who had been teaching at Lombard since before I was born. — Carl Sandburg

Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. — Carl Sandburg

The single clenched fist lifted and ready,
Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.
Choose:
For we meet by one or the other. — Carl Sandburg

We live in the time of the colossal upright oblong. — Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes. — Carl Sandburg

Somebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is. — Carl Sandburg

The sea is always the same: and yet the sea always changes. — Carl Sandburg