Poetry &Sprituality Entropy | 02 Apr 2009
Who am I?
Carl Sandburg 1878 – 1967 worked from the time he was a young boy. He quit school following his graduation from eighth grade in 1891 and spent a decade working a variety of jobs. He delivered milk, harvested ice, laid bricks, threshed wheat in Kansas, and shined shoes in Galesburg’s Union Hotel before traveling as a hobo in 1897.
Sandburg’s experiences working and traveling greatly influenced his writing and political views. He saw first-hand the sharp contrast between rich and poor, a dichotomy that instilled in him a distrust of capitalism.
This is one of his deeply spiritual poem.
Who am I?
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
- Carl Sandburg -
on 04 Apr 2009 at 8:04 pm 1.Magda said …
No words but silence would be the best comment here. Love the picture, even more than usually. Kind regards, Ajay.
on 22 Apr 2009 at 10:41 am 2.Sonya Rose said …
Very interesting!
I wrote a poem a while back called “Truth”. It’s very simple; breathes the same breath along with Carl Sandburg — http://poetrymuse.wordpress.com/2008/12/21/truth/
Enjoy.