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 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 a shuffling of boxes of illusions buckled with a strap of facts. — 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
“I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a whisper at… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is a projection across silence of cadences arranged to break that silence with definite intentions of echoes, syllables, wave lengths. — 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
“Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what was seen during a… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is a puppet-show, where riders of skyrockets and divers of sea fathoms gossip about the sixth sense and the fourth dimension. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is an enumeration of birds, bees, babies, butterflies, bugs, bambinos, babayagas, and bipeds, beating their way up bewildering bastions. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
I make it clear why I write as I do and why other poets write as they do. After hundreds of experiments… — 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 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
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
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
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 a diary kept by a sea creature who lives on land and wishes he could fly. — 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 the capture of a picture, a song, or a flair, in a deliberate prism of words. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
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
Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is a slipknot tightened around a time-beat of one thought, two thoughts, and a last interweaving thought there is not yet… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Poetry is an exhibit of one pendulum connecting with other and unseen pendulums inside and outside the one seen. — 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
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
