The poem that kept me loving Carl Sandburg
The lips of you are with me tonight
And the arms of you are a circle of white
The dream of it burns
And I want you and the stars.
I want you and a sickle moon.
The finger tips of you
Five hundred miles away
Make a wireless crying flash:
I know a search that’s useless,
I know a code I don’t hunt for,
I know a face that’s gone.
Back home the hills talk to me.
Here the hills are strangers.
The lips of you are a ghost.
The arms of you are a ghost.
The red and white is empty air.
Carl Sandburg / You and a Sickle Moon / Poems of Protest
The poem that made me love Carl Sandburg
Your white shoulders
I remember
And your shrug of laughter
Low laughter
Shaken slow
From your white Shoulders
-Carl Sandburg / White Shoulders / Chicago Poems
fillthedawn asked: Holy shit howd you remember?!?!!? So impressed haha
I have a super sick memory about things that will mostly get me nowhere in life (except situations like this). But, I’m really glad I remembered.. cuz it made me dig out my Carl Sandburg books :)
Mamie beat her head against the bars of a little
Indiana town and dreamed of romance and big
things off somewhere the way the railroad trains
all ran.
She could see the smoke of the engines get lost down
where the streaks of steel flashed in the sun and
when the newspapers came in on the morning
main she knew there was a big Chicago far off,
where all the trains ran.
She got tired of the barber shop boys and the post
office chatter and the church gossip and the old
pieces the band played on the Fourth of July and
Decoration Day,
And sobbed at her fate and beat her head against the
bars and was going to kill herself,
When the thought came to her that if she was going
to die she might as well die struggling for a
clutch of romance among the streets of Chicago.
She has a job now at six dollars a week in the base-
ment of the Boston Store
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.
(Source: morgan-gallas)
Via Unquiet
“You can’t take these! These are somebody else’s wishes. They’re somebody else’s dreams.”
(Source: misschanandlersbong)
Via #lostboysproblems
