Carl sandburg

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.

There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.

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

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 become infected, now that I see how beautifully a book is coming out of all this.

I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter.

We had two grand antique professors who had been teaching at Lombard since before I was born.

We don't have to think up a title till we get the doggone book written.

I make it clear why I write as I do and why other poets write as they do. After hundreds of experiments I decided to go my own way in style and see what would happen.

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.