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Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work— I am the grass; I cover all.
By Carl Sandburg
Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
By Carl Sandburg
The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.
By Carl Sandburg
To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.
By Carl Sandburg
Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.
By Carl Sandburg
I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it.
By Carl Sandburg
When a nation goes down, or a society perishes, one condition may always be found; they forgot where they came from. They lost sight of what had brought them along.
By Carl Sandburg
Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
By Carl Sandburg
There have been as many varieties of socialists as there are wild birds that fly in the woods and sometimes go up and on through the clouds.
By Carl Sandburg
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
By Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
By Carl Sandburg
Slang is the language which takes off its coat, spits on its hands - and goes to work
By Carl Sandburg
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.
By Carl Sandburg
In reply to the question, What was it the last man on earth said Where is everybody
By Carl Sandburg
I see America, not in the setting sun of a black night of despair ahead of us, I see America in the crimson light of a rising sun fresh from the burning, creative hand of God. I see great days ahead, great days possible to men and women of will and vision.
By Carl Sandburg
I have become infected, now that I see how beautifully a book is coming out of all this.
By Carl Sandburg