My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading "Keep Off."
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Tue 04.21.2009 at 15:02
I am The Great White Way of the city:
When you ask what is my desire, I answer:
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Sat 04.18.2009 at 04:46
There was a high majestic fooling
Day before yesterday in the yellow corn.
And day after to-morrow in the yellow corn
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Sun 04.05.2009 at 06:04
Down between the walls of shadow
Where the iron laws insist,
The hunger voices mock.
The worn wayfaring men
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Sat 04.04.2009 at 04:32
For the gladness here where the sun is shining at evening on the weeds at the river,
Our prayer of thanks.
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Wed 03.18.2009 at 08:22
By day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and
has a soul.
Prairie and valley, streets of the city, pour people into