“Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine
how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.”
Carl August Sandburg was born on 6th of January, 1878 in Galesburg, Illinois. His parents were Swedish immigrants. He was journalist, poet, historian and biographer. Sandburg was a representative of the so called “Chicago Renaissance” and dealt with aspects of nature. He won two Pulitzer Prizes: the first in 1940 for the second part of his biography about Abraham Lincoln and the second in 1951 for “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg“.
I found the poem printed below by Sandburg from 1918. I think it shows very well the style that is created by a historian poet who focuses his lyrics on nature.
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work -
I am the grass; I cover all.
And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?
I am the grass.
Let me work.