Carl Sandburg
Carl Sandburg
Carl Sandburgwas an American poet, writer, and editor who won three Pulitzer Prizes: two for his poetry and one for his biography of Abraham Lincoln. During his lifetime, Sandburg was widely regarded as "a major figure in contemporary literature", especially for volumes of his collected verse, including Chicago Poems, Cornhuskers, and Smoke and Steel. He enjoyed "unrivaled appeal as a poet in his day, perhaps because the breadth of his experiences connected him with so many strands of American life",...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth6 January 1878
CountryUnited States of America
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
Man is a long time coming. Man will yet win. Brother may yet line up with brother: This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.There are men who can't be bought.
In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning.
Who else speaks for the Family of Man? They are in tune and step with constellations of universal law.
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.
There is a wolf in me... - I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
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.
Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.
Shakespeare, Leonardo da Vinci, Benjamin Franklin and Abraham Lincoln never saw a movie, heard a radio or looked at television. They had 'Loneliness' and knew what to do with it. They were not afraid of being lonely because they knew that was when the creative mood in them would work.
I won't take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.
My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.
There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.
There are dreams stronger than death. Men and women die holding these dreams.