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
It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down. And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.
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!
There is an eagle in me that wants to soar...
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.
A liar is a liar and lives on the lies he tells and dies in a life of lies.
Not often in the story of mankind does a man arrive on earth who is both steel and velvet, who is as hard as rock and soft as drifting fog, who holds in his heart and mind the paradox of terrible storm and peace unspeakable and perfect.
I am an idealist. I believe in everything — I am only looking for proofs.
What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again.
There is no song to your singing.
What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing?
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.
Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.