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
There are men and women so lonely they believe God, too, is lonely.
What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again.
Time says hush: by the gong of time you live. Listen and you hear time saying you were silent long before you came to life and you will again be silent long after you leave it, why not be a little silent now? Hush yourself, noisy little man. Time hushes all: the gong of time rang for you to come out of the hush and you were born. The gong of time will ring for you to go back to the same hush you came from. Winners and losers, the weak and the strong, those who say little and try to say it well, and those who babble and prattle their lives away, time hushes all.
Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations.
Never will a time come when the most marvelous recent invention is as marvelous as a newborn child.
I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself.
A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.
I couldn't see myself filling some definite niche in what is called a career. This was all misty.
There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.
I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter.
Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems; and remember, no one can get the jump on the future.
A man may be born, but in order to be born he must first die, and in order to die he must first awake.
Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.