Carl Sandburg Years Quotations

Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.

I wrote poems in my corner of the Brooks Street station. I sent them to two editors who rejected them right off. I read those letters of rejection years later and I agreed with those editors.

I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.

I have in later years taken to Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, in an elemental way.

I was up day and night with Lincoln for years. I couldn't have picked a better companion.

The peace of great books be for you, Stains of pressed clover leaves on pages, Bleach of the light of years held in leather.

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 Gettysburg. And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years,and passengers ask the conductor- What place is this? Where are we now? I am the grass. Let me work.