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escapismsworld · 1 year
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The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.
- Carl Sandburg
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somberous · 5 months
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Carl Sandburg, from “Clark Street Bridge.” [ID in alt text]
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firstfullmoon · 9 months
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one of my favorite poems is carl sandburg's "at a window" :)
I feel like crying I did not know this poem thank you for sharing 🤍
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apoemaday · 3 months
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Offering and Rebuff
by Carl Sandburg
I could love you as dry roots love rain. I could hold you as branches in the wind brandish petals. Forgive me for speaking so soon.
Let your heart look on white sea spray and be lonely.
Love is a fool star.
You and a ring of stars may mention my name and then forget me.
Love is a fool star.
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emilybeemartin · 24 days
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Annual plein air at Carl Sandburg. Baby goat inspected.
Catawba, Cherokee, Yuchi, and Miccosukee native land
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sunsetquotes · 2 years
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I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way.
Carl Sandburg
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monnroes · 3 months
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January 20th, 1962
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Marilyn Monroe chats with Carl Sandburg. Photographs by Arnold Newman.
QUOTE OF THE DAY ↓
“She was not the usual movie idol. There was something democratic about her. Why, she was the type who would join in and wash the supper dishes even if you didn’t ask her. She knew I had an appreciation of her from two angles… first as a personality and then as an actress. She had a mind out of the ordinary for show people. I found her fairly well read. I gave her a book of my complete poetry. I wanted her to have it. Thirty-six is just too young to die. I wish I could have been with her that day… I believe I could have persuaded her not to take her life. She had so much to live for. I think it’s entirely possible that Marilyn had a hard time with her sleep. She talked a lot about wanting a good sleep. Gosh, there were a lot of people who loved her. She had loyal fans. There was no pretenses about Marilyn Monroe.” - Carl Sandburg
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aemperatrix · 1 year
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Carl Sandburg
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thefugitivesaint · 1 year
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Maud Fuller Petersham (1890-1971) & Miska Petersham (1888-1960), “Rootabaga Stories” by Carl Sandburg, 1922 Source
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Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.
- Carl Sandburg
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carnageandculture · 4 months
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Carl Sandburg, In Tall Grass // Leonardo Ramos, Adult human skull dipped in honeycomb
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Tetsuhiro Wakabayashi (Japanese,contemporary) :: Embrace, 2023
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Under the Harvest Moon Carl Sandburg 1878 –1967
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 Who remembers.
Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes and touches you With a thousand memories, And asks you Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
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dabiconcordia · 9 months
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Try Being a Goat Try being a goat: put on a face of calm contemplations. Look people in the eye as though unaware they gaze at you. Read their innermost hidden secrets. Then turn away toward other horizons chewing your cud. by Carl Sandburg
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melancholiaenthroned · 9 months
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harlan guthrie, malevolent part 34 / rebecca morgan frank, on making / jane hirshfield, the promise / carl sandberg, wilderness / andrew kane, how to be a dog / anonymous, trans. fiona sampson, charms for love
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apoemaday · 9 months
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I Sang
by Carl Sandburg
I sang to you and the moon But only the moon remembers. I sang O reckless free-hearted free-throated rhythms, Even the moon remembers them And is kind to me.
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tennantloki · 8 months
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visual depiction of “fog” by carl sandburg
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