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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg was born on January 6, 1878, and died on July 22, 1967. He was born in Galesburg, Illinois. He is of Swedish ancestry. Carl Sandburg is not alive, as he passed away 44 years ago. He was 89 years old when he died. His childhood was very interesting. Mostly because he left school when he was 13 and began driving a milk wagon. He then became a bricklayer and a farm laborer. He began his writing when he entered Lombard College in Galesburg, Illinois. After he left there, he became a hotel servant in Denver. He really started up his writing career when he became a journalist for the //Chicago Daily News//. When at Lombard College, he was a good student, even though left after staying there for only 1 year. He still became a better writer when he was there. Some other jobs he had in addition to being a poet were brick-laying, farm laborer, hotel servant, coal-heaver, and a journalist for the //Chicago Daily News//. When he moved to Milwaukee, Wisconsin, he met a woman named Lilian Steichen at the social democratic party office in 1907. He and Lilian Steichen got married in 1908, and had 3 children. A funny anecdote of Carl Sandburg was soon after he moved from is house in New York, his house was demolished into a parking lot! Some awards/honors he was received are 2 Pulitzer Prizes. He has lots of memorials in his name. HE has a memorial at his house of 22 years in Flat Rock, North Carolina, which is where he died. Carl Sandburg wrote a poetry book called //Chicago Poems//, which was published in 1916. He grew up in Illinois, and Chicago is the capital of Illinois, so he knew a lot about it. Another book he wrote was called //Poetry For Young People.//

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Carl Sandburg was a man of courage and power. After finishing his public school career in only 8th grade, he soon went to college but left without a degree in 1903. While at college Professor Phillp Green Wright encouraged Sandburg’s writing and poetry. Professor Green Wright even paid for Sandburg. In his poems Sandburg gave a strong powerful voice to the "people, mobs, and crowds". That was his style, his theme. He used many free verses and faint rhymes. However, if you have to put a name on it I would call it couplet poems. As far as any of my research goes Sandburg did not break any "rules". Most other poets though Carl Sandburg was a great poet, and so do I. Carl Sandburgs poems are deep and give people a voice. And I will admit, his poems have made me respect poetry more, but I believe my general opinion on poetry will not change. As I have said, ======

Carl Sandburg gave people a voice, but also did it because he enjoyed writing poetry.
The Sun By Mitch Canzano

I am the sun I shine so bright I brighten people with delight I fade away at twilight

I am so hot, you can’t come near If you do, your eyes will tear So don’t come near, Or else you’ll fear The light I bring that you hold so dear

From far away, I look like a bead Through out the day, it is my creed To shine for you I do indeed

Why does my force always exceed? In every day life, I help you proceed. Nobody like me does ever succeed.

I have a voice By:Lara Smith

I have voice If you did not know I can be strong I will not lay low

No matter what you do. I have a voice And so do you.

Yes, we have a voice, Loud and clear And we will not stop Until you hear

So listen to us Here us through, And you wont regret it, Your mind will be brand new.

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BY [|CARL SANDBURG] PILE the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.Shovel them under and let me work— I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at GettysburgAnd pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.Shovel them under and let me work.Two years, ten years, and the passengers ask the conductor: What place is this? Where are we now? I am the grass. Let me work.

=Lost = B By [|CARL SANDBURG] Desolate and loneAll night long on the lakeWhere fog trails and mist creeps,The whistle of a boatCalls and cries unendingly,Like some lost childIn tears and troubleHunting the harbor's breastAnd the harbor's eyes.