Archive for the ‘Carl Sandburg’ Category

I am the people – the mob – the crowd – the mass. Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?

Friday, January 6th, 2012

I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the world’s food and clothes.
I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons come from me and the Lincolns.
I am the seed ground. I am a prairie that will stand for much plowing. Terrible storms pass over me.

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I am the grass; I cover all.

Sunday, June 7th, 2009
grassy hillside

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo,
Shovel them under and let me work–
I am the grass; I cover all.

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A baby is God’s opinion that life should go on

Friday, April 10th, 2009
baby hand

Never will a time come when the most marvelous recent invention is as marvelous as a newborn baby. The finest of our precision watches, the most super-colossal of our supercargo planes don’t compare with a newborn baby in the number and ingenuity of coils and springs, in the flow and change of…

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Love, with little hands, comes and touches you with a thousand memories, and asks you beautiful, unanswerable questions

Wednesday, February 4th, 2009
fallen leaf

Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend…

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