I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.
Carl SandburgTags: memories
And even now she beats her head against the bars in the same old way and wonders if there is a bigger place the railroads run to from Chicago where maybe there is
romance
and big things
and real dreams
that never go smash.
Come clean with a child heart
Laugh as peaches in the summer wind
Let rain on a house roof be a song
Let the writing on your face
be a smell of apple orchards on late June.
Tell him solitude is creative if he is strong
and the final decisions are made in silent rooms.
Tell him to be different from other people
if it comes natural and easy being different.
Let him have lazy days seeking his deeper motives.
Let him seek deep for where he is a born natural.
Then he may understand Shakespeare
and the Wright brothers, Pasteur, Pavlov,
Michael Faraday and free imaginations
Bringing changes into a world resenting change.
He will be lonely enough
to have time for the work
he knows as his own.
Somebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is.
Carl SandburgA book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one.
Carl SandburgTags: books
Revolt and terror pay a price.
Order and law have a cost.
Sometime they’ll give a war and nobody will come.
Carl SandburgTags: war-peace
Let your heart look
on white sea spray
and be lonely.
Love is a fool star.
You and a ring of stars
may mention my name
and then forget me.
Love is a fool star.
Tags: love
The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.
Carl SandburgTags: moon
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