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
Tell no man anything, for no man listens Yet hold thy lips ready to speak.
God, let me remember all good losers.
We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.
I make it clear why I write as I do and why other poets write as they do. After hundreds of experiments I decided to go my own way in style and see what would happen.
There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost the same as the movement of music. To know silence perfectly is to know music.
Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.
I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.
I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter.
You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.
There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their understanding shocked and insulted
Somebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is.
Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
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.
Gather the stars if you wish it so Gather the songs and keep them. Gather the faces of women. Gather for keeping years and years. And then... Loosen your hands, let go and say good-bye. Let the stars and songs go. Let the faces and years go. Loosen your hands and say good-bye.