“Carl Sandburg: American Experience” ($15.95 in paperback from Larado Publishing; also from the author at pprmkr1@gmail.com) presents Sandburg (1878-1967) as one who, “through his poems, songs, and the telling of Abraham Lincoln … helped Americans discover their national identity.”
Perhaps best known for his epic poetic cycle, “The People, Yes,” and the six volume biography of Lincoln, Sandburg also collected folk songs in “The American Songbag” and wrote “Rootabaga Stories” for children (where, in Rootabaga County, it’s “Over and Under country. Nobody gets out of the way of anybody else. They either go over or under”).
In 1950, in a preface to “Complete Poems,” Sandburg wrote that he still aspired to be a writer. “I am still studying verbs and the mystery of how they connect nouns. I am more suspicious of adjectives than at any other time in all my born days.”
Sandburg is plain spoken, especially in his poetry, seeking to walk in the footsteps of Walt Whitman, whom he called “The Poet of Democracy.” As is Sandburg: “One of my theses,” he writes, “hovers around the point that the masses of people have gone wrong in the past and will again in the future—but in the main their direction is right.”
As a Chicago-based reporter he covered the race riots there in 1919 and in 1965 was honored by the NAACP with a Lifetime Achievement Award.
Sandburg defined poetry as “a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets.”
But the one who told us, sweetly, that “The fog comes/ on little cat feet” is also the one who writes, in a poem discovered in 2013: “Here is a revolver./ It has an amazing language all its own./ It delivers unmistakable ultimatums./ It is the last word./ … And nothing in human philosophy persists more strangely than the old belief that God is always on the side of those who have the most revolvers.”
