- Title: The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg
- Author: Carl Sandburg
- ISBN: 9780151207732
- Page: 439
- Format: Hardcover
The definitive edition of the Pulitzer Prize winning collection A marvelous prosody, a perfect ear for the beautiful potentials of common speech, something he learned from folk song, but mostly he learned from just listening Kenneth Rexroth.
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Can you really write a review for the entire output of one poet? Carl Sandburg represents America of the first half of the 20th century - industry, landscape, society - trust me, it is all in here. I tend to enjoy the smaller poems about weather or relationships, like "The Great Hunt," "Valley Song," "Offering and Rebuff" more than the longer poems about a place or event. Completely worth the time it takes to read through. I wanted to do that before visiting his house in Flat Rock, NC, which isn [...]
What do you really need to know? America at its finest.Valley SongYour eyes and the valley are memories.Your eyes fire and the valley a bowl.It was here a moonrise crept over the timberline.It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down.And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.I will see you again to-morrow.I will see you again in a million years.I will never know your dark eyes again.These are three ghosts I keep.These are three sumach-red dogs I run with.All of it wraps and knots to a ri [...]
832 pages of Sandburg! Can you imagine anything worse? What? The Collected Poems of Southey runs to 2288 pages? Oh. Well, then, I concede that less of bad thing is better than more of a bad thing.
There is a wolf in me fangs pointed for tearing gashes a red tongue for raw meat and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.There is a fox in me a silver-gray fox I sniff and guess I pick things out of the wind and air I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers I circle and loop and double-cross.There is a hog in me a snout and a belly a machinery for eating and grunting a machinery [...]
Sandburg is the child of Whitman. Topically and formally, Sandburg mimics the poems of Walt Whitman. In all but the Whitman’s mystic swirlings – and prodigious lengths – Sandburg is his progeny.Sandburg, though, is not his equal. There is a charm and diversity, an empathy and a boldness that Whitman has, but Sandburg lacks. And Whitman was more diverse than his well-known Leaves of Grass prophecies. Sandburg wrote some memorable poems in including the much-anthologized Chicago and Fog. The [...]
The only poet I really like. Focuses on the character and lives of the American people and the nation's physical beauty.My favorite:Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916.137. I Am the People, the MobI AM the people—the mob—the crowd—the mass. Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me? I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the world’s food and clothes. I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons come from me and the Lincolns. They [...]
My all-time favorite poet. My copy of this book is old and worn with pages turned down and passages underlined all over the place, but that's just the way I like it. I think it's his midwestern voice that appeals so much to me.
Didn't finish it but it's a book to keep.
working class hero
some magical little wordplay and visuals in here, but a little to nonlinear and ethereal for me, i did not read most of this
Carl Sandburg is a favorite contemporary poet. I wish this book was in two volumes instead of one because it is huge.
I LOVE HIS POEMS!! Very down to earth. Some are pretty funny. I like the way his minds thinks. If you enjoy poetry, you will enjoy this.
I enjoyed the many years of poetry this book offered. It was a long book, so settle down to read this one.
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