Posts categorized “sandburg”.

Flux.

April 29th, 2008

by Carl Sandburg

Sand of the sea run red
Where flu sunsef reaches and quivers.
Smal of the sea runs yellow
Where the moon slants ncl wavers.

[Read the original. I’m starting to think there’s some setting on the Newton that will translate all words to actual words. “Sunsef?” That’s not even a real word. I’ll have to look into this…]

Window.

February 26th, 2008

by Carl Sandburg

Night from a railroad cor window
Is a great, dark, soft thing
Bvvm across with slxshes of light.

[Read the original. And find out why this poem is misspelled.]

Splinter.

February 5th, 2008

by Carl Sandburg

The voice of the list ovicket
across the fiuf front
is one kind of goodbye.
It is so thin a splintw of singing.

[Read the original. A great example of Sandburg’s short, intense poetry. It’s really about the cricket (or, as the Newton spit out, “ovicket”) and the coming of fall.]