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
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 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 was seen during a… — 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 shuffling of boxes of illusions buckled with a strap of facts. — 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 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
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 type-font design for an alphabet of fun, hate, love, death. — 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 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
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 a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets. — 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 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 a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps. — 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
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 harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it. — 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