Posts tagged “carl”.

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.]