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shadow sky

(a shadorma)

fog me in
with sky and silence;
cold wet clouds,
amber rain.
these little cat feet know things.
are you listening? 24 more words

Circadian Arrhythmia

Morning fog’s a curious
Phenomenon, mysterious
And awful: When the nights are blending
Into days, they’re never-ending.
PJs worn to work is creepy?
Sorry. If it’s dark, I’m sleepy! 16 more words


Honey and Salt: Carl Sandburg

I’ve never been a connoisseur of poetry. I had a phase in which I devoured Sylvia Plath, and I dabbled a little in reading the romantics after a college course, but my knowledge of poetry is scant to say the least. 552 more words


Carl Sandburg - from "The People, Yes"

He was a mystery in smoke and flags
Saying yes to the smoke, yes to the flags,
Yes to the paradoxes of democracy,
Yes to the hopes of government… 143 more words


Sandburg Mall to be broken up into separate lots

GALESBURG, Illinois- We now know the fate of the Sandburg Mall. The building will broken up into five different lots.

The city council unanimously approved the plan Monday, February 19. 85 more words


Poem of the Week: "Languages" by Carl Sandburg

There are no handles upon a language

Whereby men take hold of it

And mark it with signs for its remembrance.

It is a river, this language, 90 more words


Something Wonderful


The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

Carl Sandburg