Poetry is a type-font design for an alphabet of fun, hate, love, death. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is an art practiced with the terribly plastic material of human language. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is a diary kept by a sea creature who lives on land and wishes he could fly. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is the cipher key to the five mystic wishes packed in a hollow silver bullet fed to a flying fish. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is any page from a sketchbook of outlines of a doorknob with thumb-prints of dust, blood, dreams. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is the arithmetic of the easiest way and the primrose path, matched up with foam-flanked horses, bloody knuckles, and bones, on… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is a plan for a slit in the face of a bronze fountain goat and the path of fresh drinking water. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
“Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-haired child.” — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
There is a formal poetry perfect only in form?the number of syllables, the designated and required stresses of accent, the rhymes if… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
I wrote poems in my corner of the Brooks Street station. I sent them to two editors who rejected them right off.… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is statement of a series of equations, with numbers and symbols changing like the changes of mirrors, pools, skies, the only… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
“When the rose’s flash to the sunset Reels to the wrack and the twist, And the rose is a red bygone, When… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
“Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is the capture of a picture, a song, or a flair, in a deliberate prism of words. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
The scholars and poets of an earlier time can be read only with a dictionary to help. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is a shuffling of boxes of illusions buckled with a strap of facts. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is a fossil rock-print of a fin and a wing, with an illegible oath between. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly-wings and the scraps of torn-up love-letters. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is the report of a nuance between two moments, when people say, 'Listen!' and 'Did you see it?' 'Did you hear… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
The more rhymethere isin poetry the more dangerof its tricking the writer into something other than the urge in the beginning. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is a section of river-fog and moving boat-lights, delivered between bridges and whistles, so one says, 'Oh!' and another, 'How?' — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share
Gather the stars if you wish it so Gather the songs and keep them. Gather the faces of women. Gather for keeping years and… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share
Back of every mistaken venture and defeat is the laughter of wisdom, if you listen. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share
Somebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share
Let your heart look on white sea spray and be lonely. Love is a fool star. You and a ring of stars may mention… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share
Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. They flickered out saying: "It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share
Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share
“Time is the most valuable coin in your life. You and you alone will determine how that coin will be spent. Be careful that… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share
a women is like a tea bag.it's only when she is in hot water that you realize how strong she is. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share
I won't take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth and never cherishes any memory except the face of… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share
