Poet's Corner: More by Carl Sandburg
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My favourite poem of Honey and Salt by Carl Sandburg was this one and I couldn't find a cut-and-paste version but I liked it enough to print it out and type it. The other one I liked was called "Shadows Fall Blue on the Mountain," but I also can't find a cut-and-paste version of it, and it's too long to type.
Quotations by Carl Sandburg
Said the panama hat to the fedora.
"Sins have different prices in hell."
Said the fedora hat to the panama.
"Yeah, nickel and dime sins, silver dollar sins,
sins setting you back a century, a grand,
sins you can't settle under a million buck,
tin and aluminum sins, brass sins, copper, old gold,
pint and bushel sins, inch and mile sins,
calculated little teapot sins and roaring tornados."
High Moments by Carl Sandburg
Keep this flower to remember me by.
So she told him.
Keep this, remember me, remember.
Fold this flower where you never forget.
Put me by where time no longer counts.
Then come back to a sure remembering.
Night itself, night is one long dark flower.
She said night knows deep rememberings,
All flowers being some kind of remembering
and night itself folding up like
many smooth dark flowers.
Find me like the night finds.
She measured herself so.
Keep me like the night keeps
For I have night deeps in me.
Flesh is a doom and a prison.
Flesh jails those only flesh.
Air speaks nevertheless,
spray, fire, air,
thin voices beyond capture
save only in remembering
the luster of lost stars,
the search for a wafer of moon.
Let us talk it over long
and wear cream gold buttons
and be proud we have anger and pride together,
remembering high loveliness hovers in time
and is made of passing moments.
I have kept high moments.
They go round and round in me.
Quotations by Carl Sandburg
Said the panama hat to the fedora.
"Sins have different prices in hell."
Said the fedora hat to the panama.
"Yeah, nickel and dime sins, silver dollar sins,
sins setting you back a century, a grand,
sins you can't settle under a million buck,
tin and aluminum sins, brass sins, copper, old gold,
pint and bushel sins, inch and mile sins,
calculated little teapot sins and roaring tornados."
High Moments by Carl Sandburg
Keep this flower to remember me by.
So she told him.
Keep this, remember me, remember.
Fold this flower where you never forget.
Put me by where time no longer counts.
Then come back to a sure remembering.
Night itself, night is one long dark flower.
She said night knows deep rememberings,
All flowers being some kind of remembering
and night itself folding up like
many smooth dark flowers.
Find me like the night finds.
She measured herself so.
Keep me like the night keeps
For I have night deeps in me.
Flesh is a doom and a prison.
Flesh jails those only flesh.
Air speaks nevertheless,
spray, fire, air,
thin voices beyond capture
save only in remembering
the luster of lost stars,
the search for a wafer of moon.
Let us talk it over long
and wear cream gold buttons
and be proud we have anger and pride together,
remembering high loveliness hovers in time
and is made of passing moments.
I have kept high moments.
They go round and round in me.
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