Not often in the story of mankind does a man arrive on earth who is both steel and velvet, who is as… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over the harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release — out across the desert, running… — 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
There is a wolf in me... - I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will… — 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 Image
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 Image
Back of every mistaken venture and defeat is the laughter of wisdom, if you listen. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
There are ten men in me and I do not know or understand one of them. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
