Showing posts with label SANDBURG Carl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SANDBURG Carl. Show all posts
Thursday, November 16, 2017

Carl Sandburg: "Muckers"

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                   MUCKERS   Twenty men stand watching the muckers.        Stabbing the sides of the ditch        Where clay gleams ye...
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Monday, July 3, 2017

Carl Sandburg: "The Mist"

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THE MIST I am the mist, the impalpable mist, Back of the thing you seek. My arms are long, Long as the reach of time and space. Some...
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Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Carl Sandburg: "From the Shore"

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Here's one from Carl Sandburg that caught my eye as I was browsing through a collection of his poetry. From the Shore A lone grey b...
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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Carl Sandburg: Southern Pacific, a poem

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Southern Pacific "Huntington sleeps in a house six feet long.  Huntington dreams of railroads he has built and owned.  Huntington d...
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Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Carl Sandburg: Happiness

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                               Happiness I asked professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me      what is happiness. And I went ...
Monday, November 19, 2012

Carl Sandburg: Phizzog

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Carl Sandburg in one of his lighter moments--or perhaps rueful might be more appropriate? Phizzog This face you got, This here phizzo...
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Friday, June 22, 2012

Carl Sandburg: a definition (nine actually) of poetry

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Poets and critics and scholars have long debated the nature of poetry.  However, I don't think anyone has come up with one definition th...
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Friday, September 23, 2011

Fall Equinox

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Like last year, the first day of autumn, or the Fall Equinox, doesn't seem much like fall here in Tucson, where the temperature is expec...
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Thursday, June 16, 2011

Carl Sandburg: "Wilderness"

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This is a very strange poem I just discovered. Perhaps it's strangeness is mostly because I didn't expect something like this from ...
Thursday, January 6, 2011

Carl Sandburg: January 6, 1878--July 22, 1967

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Who is the subject of this poem by Sandburg? Under a telephone pole I am a copper wire slung in the air, Slim against the sun I make not eve...
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Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Carl Sandburg: January 6, 1878--July 22, 1967

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I'm prejudiced here. I was born and raised (mostly) in Chicago, so Sandburg naturally was one I looked into when I first began reading...
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Monday, December 7, 2009

The Rubaiyat: Quatrain XIX

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From the roses and hyacinths of the last quatrain, we move to another and more prosaic plant, or so it would seem, in Quatrain XIX--grass. ...
Sunday, August 17, 2008

Poets and fogs and cats

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I had decided that I would finally get to the collection of poetry of T. S. Eliot this year. I had dipped into the text, _The Complete Poem...