Poetry is Quotes by Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower.

— Carl Sandburg

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

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

Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is the cipher key to the five mystic wishes packed in a hollow silver bullet fed to a flying fish.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a diary kept by a sea creature who lives on land and wishes he could fly.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is the capture of a picture, a song, or a flair, in a deliberate prism of words.

— Carl Sandburg

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

Poetry is a fossil rock-print of a fin and a wing, with an illegible oath between.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is an art practiced with the terribly plastic material of human language.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is any page from a sketchbook of outlines of a doorknob with thumb-prints of dust, blood, dreams.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a projection across silence of cadences arranged to break that silence with definite intentions of echoes, syllables, wave lengths.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a shuffling of boxes of illusions buckled with a strap of facts.

— Carl Sandburg

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

Poetry is a plan for a slit in the face of a bronze fountain goat and the path of fresh drinking water.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a type-font design for an alphabet of fun, hate, love, death.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.

— Carl Sandburg

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

Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets.

— Carl Sandburg