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 More Quotes by Carl Sandburg More Quotes From Carl Sandburg A tough will counts. So does desire.So does a rich soft wanting.Without rich wanting nothing arrives. Carl Sandburg toughdoedesire The greatest certainty in life is death. The greatest uncertainty is the time. Carl Sandburg certainty-in-lifecertaintylife-is Poetry is the report of a nuance between two moments, when people say, 'Listen!' and 'Did you see it?' 'Did you hear it? What was it?' Carl Sandburg nuancetwopeople Poetry is any page from a sketchbook of outlines of a doorknob with thumb-prints of dust, blood, dreams. Carl Sandburg dustdreamblood Poetry is the cipher key to the five mystic wishes packed in a hollow silver bullet fed to a flying fish. Carl Sandburg flyingkeyswish Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite flying in a white wind against a blue sky in spring. Carl Sandburg bluespringwind Poetry is a shuffling of boxes of illusions buckled with a strap of facts. Carl Sandburg shufflingillusionfacts Poetry is the arithmetic of the easiest way and the primrose path, matched up with foam-flanked horses, bloody knuckles, and bones, on the hard ways to the stars. Carl Sandburg foamhorsestars Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes. Carl Sandburg echoesinfinitesound Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night. Carl Sandburg waitingmorningnight Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it. Carl Sandburg paradoxpoetry-isearth Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it. Carl Sandburg dollarslosinglaughing Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches. Carl Sandburg marchbuckswings The buffaloes are gone. Carl Sandburg extinctionsawsgone Poetry is a kinetic arrangement of static syllables. Carl Sandburg staticarrangementspoetry-is Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work. I am the grass. I cover all. Carl Sandburg plantbodywork To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damned hard. Carl Sandburg efforthard-workwould-be I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep. Carl Sandburg clawsbreakmemories Didn't you tie the mittens on her feet (Wednesday Evening's) extra special nice? Yes--she is an extra special nice pigeon. She cries for pity when she wants pity. And she shuts her eyes when she doesn't want to look at you. And if you look deep in her eyes when her eyes are open you will see lights there exactly like the lights on the pastures and the meadows when the mist is drifting on a Wednesday evening just between the twilight and gloaming. Carl Sandburg niceeyetwilight Faith is indispensable, and the world at times does not seem to have quite enough of it. It can and has accomplished what seems to be the impossible. Wars have been started and men and nations lost for the lack of it. Faith starts from the individual and builds men and nations. America was built by and on the faith of our ancestors. Carl Sandburg faithmenwar
