Website review: Carl Sandburg - Chicago Poems - Car...
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MistyClouds rated 2 months ago- Carl Sandburg Poetry is so down to earth,as you read,it's like he is there in front of you having a chat,love this Poet.
- eatsleepmusic rated 9 months ago
- My favorite poet, hands down.
- poitka rated 10 months ago
- My Grandmother knew the man, and my mother told me of him as well.......a sweet poet!!!!! This is for you MOUMA!!!!!!
- kilooneniner rated 10 months ago
- Holy shit! I used to thumb through this stuff obsessively when I was sixteen and hammer out imitations on a manual typewriter. Nice to find it archived here on the interwebs.
- Spirit50 rated 15 months ago
- A wonderful collection of poetry by Carl Sandburg UPLANDS IN MAY Wonder as of old things Fresh and fair come back Hangs over pasture and road. Lush in the lowland grasses rise And upland beckons to upland. The great strong hills are humble.
- oneeyedhobbit rated 24 months ago
- We read the poem "Happiness" on the first day of a class I took in my first year at University. I forgot the title, and could never find it again, except that I remembered the gist of the poem. This was a pretty lucky find, and I'm digging a lot of Sandburg's other stuff.
- BarryWeber rated 36 months ago
- Sandburg saw little things, and made them big things.. "I LOVE your faces I saw the many years I drank your milk and filled my mouth With your home talk, slept in your house And was one of you."
- Inez rated 37 months ago
- Languages Carl Sandburg There are no handles upon a language Whereby men take hold of it And mark it with signs for its remembrance. It is a river, this language, Once in a thousand years Breaking a new course Changing its way to the ocean. It is mountain effluvia Moving to valleys And from nation to nation Crossing borders and mixing. Languages die like rivers. Words wrapped round your tongue today And broken to shape of thought Between your teeth and lips speaking Now and today Shall be faded hieroglyphics Ten thousand years from now. Sing--and singing--remember Your song dies and changes And is not here to-morrow Any more than the wind Blowing ten thousand years ago. *
- Ogmin rated 43 months ago
- H a p p i n e s s I asked professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me, what is happiness. And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands of men. They all shook their heads and gave me a smile, as though I was trying to fool with them. And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along the Des Plaines River And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with their women and children and a keg of beer and an accordion.
