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carl sandburg | the sandburg range

The sun burns its gold
and this to you
is home and mother.
The night frames its stars
and this to you
is a book and prayers.

[from: THE SANDBURG RANGE]

The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

[from CHICAGO POEMS]

I will be the word of the people.
Mine will be the bleeding mouth
from which the gag is snatched.
I will say everything.

[from THE COMPLETE POEMS]

 

3 Comments

  1. “I will be the word of the people. I will be the bleeding mouth…” How much more contemporaneous can you get in direct expression of a basic human need… American need? Less lyrical perhaps than “Cry the Beloved Country,” and raw in its need and anguish, but passionate in its bald speech. Sandburg lives.

  2. I’m fairly certain this photo of Frost is from the series LIFE Magazine did summer of 1962. He is sitting beside Marilyn Monroe.

  3. I’m fairly certain this photo shows Carl Sandburg.
    Carl Sandburg, head-and-shoulders portrait, facing left] / World-Telegram & Sun photo by Al Ravenna.

    REPRODUCTION NUMBER: LC-USZ62-115064 (b&w film copy neg.) RIGHTS INFORMATION: No copyright restriction known. Staff photographer reproduction rights transferred to Library of Congress through Instrument of Gift. CREATED/PUBLISHED: 1955. NYWT&S staff photo by Al Ravenna. New York World-Telegram and the Sun Newspaper Photograph Collection. DIGITAL ID: (b&w film copy neg.) cph 3c15064 http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/cph.3c15064. CONTROL #: 95517271

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