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under the harvest moon

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, 46 more words


May 22: "Experience"

This morning I looked at the map of the day
And said to myself, “This is the way! This is the way I will go; 190 more words


Vintage verse - 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, 97 more words


Creative process triad: The past, memory, and imagination

In his poem, Prairie, the poet Carl Sandburg wrote:

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
I tell you yesterday is a wind gone down, 158 more words

Creative Process

Hippopotamus ~

"There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, 
and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud." 
 -- Carl Sandburg



Carl Sandburg's "Wind Song"

Wind-blown white prickly poppies (Argemone albiflora) near the Colorado River
(click image for greater size and detail)
Long ago I learned how to sleep… 147 more words

Reflection 5.1.17

The single clenched fist
lifted and ready,
Or the open asking hand
held out and waiting.
Choose: For we meet
by one or the other. 6 more words