Category Archives: Sandburg Carl

Sea-Wash by Carl Sandburg

The sea-wash never ends. The sea-wash repeats, repeats. Only old songs? Is that all the sea knows? Only the old strong songs? Is that all? The sea-wash repeats, repeats. Carl Sandburg 1878–1967 House by the Sea by Russell Boyle

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Choose by Carl Sandburg

The single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other. Carl Sandburg 1878–1967 Rupture by Russell Boyle

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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg

My head knocks against the stars. My feet are on the hilltops. My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life. Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of … Continue reading

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Wilderness by Carl Sandburg

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it … Continue reading

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