We had two grand antique professors who had been teaching at Lomb... by Carl Sandburg

We had two grand antique professors who had been teaching at Lombard since before I was born.

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What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again.

what-if forever war

There is no song to your singing. by Carl Sandburg

There is no song to your singing.

So I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them: Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.

strong cities giving

What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on... by Carl Sandburg

What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing?

singing done goes-on

Alike and ever alike, we are on all continents in the need of love, food, clothing, work, speech, worship, sleep, games, dancing, fun. From tropics to arctics humanity live with these needs so alike, so inexorably alike.

games sleep fun

Poetry is a section of river-fog and moving boat-lights, delivered between bridges and whistles, so one says, 'Oh!' and another, 'How?'

fog light moving

People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.

lying people way

The shovel is the brother to the gun. by Carl Sandburg

The shovel is the brother to the gun.

gun military brother

Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horiz... by Carl Sandburg

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

fading explanation horizon

Poetry is statement of a series of equations, with numbers and symbols changing like the changes of mirrors, pools, skies, the only never-changing sign being the sign of infinity.

mirrors sky numbers

Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why... by Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

rainbow going-away poetry

I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building.

old-buildings long-ago littles

Poetry is the capture of a picture, a song, or a flair, in a deli... by Carl Sandburg

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

flair capture song

I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter.

eye men thinking

I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.

strange people years

I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself. by Carl Sandburg

I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself.

written poetry art

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release — out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?

nature running beautiful

The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading "Keep Off. by Carl Sandburg

The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading "Keep Off.

conformity reading men

I fell in love, not deep, but I fell several times and then fell... by Carl Sandburg

I fell in love, not deep, but I fell several times and then fell out.

Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going? by Carl Sandburg

Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?

self-reflection contemplation introspection