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
Never will a time come when the most marvelous recent invention is as marvelous as a newborn child.
A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.
The simple dignity of a child drinking a bowl of milk embodies the fascination of an ancient rite.
I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness. And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands of men. They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though I was trying to fool with them. And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along the Desplaines river and I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with their women and children and a keg of beer and an accordion.
There is only one man in the world and his name is All Men. There is only one woman in the world and her name is All Women. There is only one child in the world and the child's name is All Children.
There is only one child in the world and the Child’s name is All Children.
Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child.
The past is a bucket of ashes
It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down. And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.
Now is the time. It is never too late to start something.
Lips half-willing in a doorway. Lips half-singing at a window. Eyes half-dreaming in the walls. Feet half-dancing in a kitchen. Even the clocks half-yawn the hours And the farmers make half-answers.
To those who had ordered them to death one of them said: 'We die because the people are asleep... you will die because the people will awaken'.
I am! I have come through! I belong!
The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer.