Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and whispers to… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, "Come and… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
I was up day and night with Lincoln for years. I couldn't have picked a better companion. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
I want to do the right thing, but often I don't know just what the right thing is. Every day I know… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
I see America, not in the setting sun of a black night of despair ahead of us, I see America in the… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
When one has the right swing and enthusiasm, selling is not unlike hunting, a veritable sport. To scare up the game by… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
In the night the cabbages catch at the moon, the leaves drip silver, the rows of cabbages are a series of little… — 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
