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Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.

The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no re...

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A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.

By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.

Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.

Gather the stars if you wish it soGather the songs and keep them.Gather the faces of women.Gather fo...

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Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land wanting to fly in the air.

There are people who want to be everywhere at once and they get nowhere.

Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. They flickered out saying: "It was worth being ...

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Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.

Let only the young come, Says the sea. Let them kiss my face And hear me. I am the last word And I t...

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Poetry for Young People: Carl Sandburg

Read the dictionary from A to Izzard today.Get a vocabulary. Brush up on your diction.See whether wi...

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Honey and Salt

Come clean with a child heartLaugh as peaches in the summer windLet rain on a house roof be a songLe...

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Honey and Salt

There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost ...

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Good Morning

I speak of new cities and new peopleI tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.I tell you yesterday is...

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Cornhuskers

One of the great Confederate combat leaders, General John B. Gordon, had sat at his horse and spoken...

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Abraham Lincoln

Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

Tell no man anything, for no man listensYet hold thy lips ready to speak.

Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split one boulder.

The past is a bucket of ashes so live not in your yesterdays nor just for tomorrow but in the her...

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Poetry is the opening and closing of a door leaving those who look through to guess what is seen du...

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Look out how you use proud words.When you let proud words go, it is not easy to call them back.They ...

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To be a good loser is to learn how to win.

When a nation goes down, or a society perishes, one condition may always be found; they forgot where...

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Nothing happens unless first we dream.

I'm an idealist: I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way.

I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but ...

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We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselve...

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I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.

When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.

Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.

I learned you can't trust the judgment of good friends.

Someday they'll give a war and nobody will come.

I won't take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

Hope is an echo hope ties itself yonder yonder.

A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one.

Slang is language which takes off its coat spits on its hands - and goes to work.

A man must find time for himself. Time is what we spend our lives with. If we are not careful we fin...

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All human actions are equivalent... and all are on principle doomed to failure.

To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will ...

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Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have and only you can determine how it will ...

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Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it runs by.

I'm either going to be a writer or a bum.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is s...

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I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.

A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on.

Back of every mistaken venture and defeat is the laughter of wisdom, if you listen.

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is p...

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So time passed on. And the two skyscrapers decided to have a child. And they decided when their chil...

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I've written some poetry I don't understand myself

One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.

Nothing happens unless first a dream.

The Complete Poems

Time is the most valuable coin in your life. You and you alone will determine how that coin will be ...

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Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

Life is like an onion; you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

1 tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor.

Stormy husky brawling City of the Big Shoulders.

In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning.

The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.

I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, ...

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Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.Shovel them under and let me work-- I am the grass; ...

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Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

A baby is God's opinion that life should go on. A book that does nothing to you is dead. A baby, whe...

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Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure if they have it till the test comes. And those ...

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Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down the fence.

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning

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Carl Sandburg

Writer

Born: 1878-01-06

Died: 1967-07-22

Carl August Sandburg (6 January 1878 –22 July 1967) was an American poet, historian, novelist, balladeer and folklorist.More