Μηχανή #204 ο πιο ασύλληπτος αιχμάλωτος στο σύμπαν

Τ’ όνομα μου είναι Αλήθεια και είμαι ο πιο ασύλληπτος αιχμάλωτος στο σύμπαν.
Carl Sandburg

μηχανή #204
Τρίτη και 13
η πρώτη του χρόνου

Το αλάτι και το μελάνι έμεινε στις παλάμες μου,
κάτω απ’ τα θραύσματα του φεγγαριού.
Renee Nicole Good

Today in Labor History January 6, 1878: Author-poet Carl Sandburg was born on this date in Galesburg, Illinois. Sandburg also worked as a labor organizer. His work was published in the “International Socialist Review,” as well as Max Eastman’s “The Liberator,” and later worked for the “Chicago Daily News.” The Feds accused him of being a Bolshevik symp, when he was actually just a working class symp. Sandburg died on July 22, 1967.

WORKING GIRLS (by Carl Sandburg)
THE working girls in the morning are going to work--
long lines of them afoot amid the downtown stores
and factories, thousands with little brick-shaped
lunches wrapped in newspapers under their arms.
Each morning as I move through this river of young-
woman life I feel a wonder about where it is all
going, so many with a peach bloom of young years
on them and laughter of red lips and memories in
their eyes of dances the night before and plays and
walks.
Green and gray streams run side by side in a river and
so here are always the others, those who have been
over the way, the women who know each one the
end of life's gamble for her, the meaning and the
clew, the how and the why of the dances and the
arms that passed around their waists and the fingers
that played in their hair.
Faces go by written over: "I know it all, I know where
the bloom and the laughter go and I have memories,"
and the feet of these move slower and they
have wisdom where the others have beauty.
So the green and the gray move in the early morning
on the downtown streets.

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#CarlSandburg ‘#Chicago’ #poem finds fresh relevance in a city occupied by #ICE

Known for praising the city with “big shoulders,” the beloved 1914 composition recently was recited in a ruling addressing federal #immigration agents’ #UseOfForce. Literary scholars say they were “astounded” & “amazed.”

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https://chicago.suntimes.com/immigration/2025/11/11/carl-sandburg-chicago-poem-operation-midway-blitz-deportation-campaign-judge-sara-ellis

Celebrating Halloween with Carl Sandburg

Happy Halloween!

Why do we love Halloween? Maybe it’s the thrill of shadows, the whispered stories of ghosts and goblins, or the sheer joy of transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary with costumes, pumpkins, and flickering candles. Halloween is a night where imagination takes the lead — where even the wind seems to carry secrets.

Tonight, I’m celebrating Halloween with Carl Sandburg, who had a gift for finding poetry in the everyday. His short poem, Theme in Yellow, doesn’t dwell on fright or fear. Instead, he turns to the pumpkin — that bright, round companion of autumn — and gives it a mischievous voice. The jack-o’-lantern smiles with a glow that is equal parts harvest warmth and playful trickery.

Sandburg’s images — yellow balls on the hills, orange and tawny gold in the cornfields, the harvest moon rising — remind us that Halloween isn’t just about spooks and scares. It’s also about autumn’s abundance, the laughter of children, and the community that gathers around the simple magic of light in the dark.

So when you see a pumpkin glowing on a porch tonight, think of Sandburg’s words, and know that you are part of a tradition that stretches across fields, front steps, and generations.

https://youtu.be/f2egByr2m8I?si=kkxQkBXSHufU6YSL

Theme in Yellow

by Carl Sandburg

I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;
I am a jack-o’-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know
I am fooling.

As October draws to a close, I am reminded that Halloween is more than a night of costumes and candy. It is a pause at the threshold between seasons — a moment when the glow of a pumpkin lantern can carry us back to the wonder of childhood and forward into the quiet of November.

Carl Sandburg’s Theme in Yellow shows me that even in the simplest of images — a smiling jack-o’-lantern, a harvest moon — there is both playfulness and grace. This Halloween, I celebrate not only the mysteries of the night, but also the gift of imagination that lets us find light, even in the gathering dark.

Thank you for joining me in celebrating Halloween with Carl Sandburg. Until next time we meet, keep reading and reciting poetry.

Rebecca

Celebrating Halloween with Carl Sandburg – Rebecca's Reading Room

#CarlSandburg #HappyHalloween #PoetryInTheEvening #RebeccaSReadingRoom #ThemeInYellow

In my latest blog post you can read Carl Sandburg’s Halloween-themed poem “Theme in Yellow,” and do a simple vocabulary exercise.

It's a playful, festive, and wonderfully evocative poem - unusually written from the perspective of a pumpkin! If you love this time of year as much as I do, I’m sure you’ll enjoy “Theme in Yellow!”

https://grammaticus.blog/2025/10/29/theme-in-yellow/

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A quotation from Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg (1878-1967) American poet, biographer
(Attributed)

More info about this quote: wist.info/sandburg-carl/79972/

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