Carl Sandburg Quotes About Poetry

Quotes about: Poetry

• Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

  Carl Sandburg

  Dance, Writing, Echoes

• Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.

  Carl Sandburg

  Doors, Closing Up, Poetry

  Atlantic Monthly Mar. 1923 "Poetry Considered"

• Time is the coin of life. Only you can determine how it will be spent.

  Carl Sandburg

  Life, Time, Attitude

• Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable.

  Carl Sandburg

  Poetry, Barriers, Syllables

  Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.318, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.

  Carl Sandburg

  Writing, Poetry, Invisible

  Carl Sandburg (2015). “Harvest Poems: 1910-1960”, p.77, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child.

  Carl Sandburg

  Art, Children, Pregnancy

• Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.

  Carl Sandburg

  Writing, Animal, Air

  Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.317, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.

  Carl Sandburg

  Running, Dust, Poetry

  Carl Sandburg, Frances Schoonmaker Bolin (1995). “Carl Sandburg”, p.12, Sterling Publishing Company, Inc.

• Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

  Carl Sandburg

  Poetry, Literature, Synthesis

  Atlantic Monthly Mar. 1923 "Poetry Considered"

• I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.

  Carl Sandburg

  Poetry, Literature, Poetry Is

• Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

  Carl Sandburg

  Life, Animal, Air

• I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself.

  Carl Sandburg

  Art, Poetry, Written

• Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

  Carl Sandburg

  Rainbow, Poetry, Going Away

  Carl Sandburg (2015). “Harvest Poems: 1910-1960”, p.77, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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