Author: Carl Sandburg

Cited by

• Margaret Laurence (2)
  • IN: A Jest of God (1988) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: If I should pass the tomb of Jonah I would stop there and sit for awhile; Because I was swallowed one time deep in the dark And came out alive after all.
    FROM: Losers, (1920), Poem, US
  • IN: The Fire Dwellers (1969) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: If I pass the burial spot of Nero I shall say to the wind, "Well, well" - I who have fiddled in a world on fire, I who have done so many stunts not worth doing.
    FROM: Losers, (1920), Poem, US
• Jennifer Donnelly (1)
  • IN: Rogue Wave (2015) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The sea is never still. It pounds on the shore Restless as a young heart, Hunting. The sea speaks And only the stormy hearts Know what is says...
    FROM: Young Sea, (1916), Poem, US
• Ilsa J. Bick (1)
  • IN: Ashes (2011) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes...
    FROM: Cornhuskers, (1918), Poem, US
• Tom Bouman (1)
  • IN: Dry Bones in the Valley (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: An old ballad is often like an old silver dagger or an old brass pistol; it is rusty or greenish; it is ominous with ancient fates still operating today.
    FROM: The American Songbag, (1927), Poem, US
• Marcia Talley (1)
  • IN: Daughter of Ashes (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Wandering oversea dreamer, Hunting and hoarse, Oh daughter and mother, Oh daughter of ashes and mother of blood, Child of the hair let down, and tears, Child of the cross in the south And the star in the north, Keeper of Egypt and Russia and France, Keeper of England and Poland and Spain, Make us a song for to-morrow. Make us one new dream, us who forget, Out of the storm let us have one star. Struggle, Oh anvils, and help her. Weave with your wool. Oh winds and skies. Let your iron and copper help, Oh dirt of the old dark earth. Wandering oversea singer, Singing of ashes and blood, Child of the scars of fire, Make us one new dream, us who forget. Out of the storm let us have one star.
    FROM: Smoke and Steel, ‘IV. Playthings of the Wind, 12. Prayers After World War,’ 1922, (1922), NULL, US
• Jodi Picoult (1)
  • IN: My Sister's Keeper (2004) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Maybe thousands of years, brother.
    FROM: Kin, (1916), Poem, US
• Shanthi Sekaran (1)
  • IN: Lucky Boy (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: But leave me a little love, A voice to speak to me in the day end, A hand to touch me in the dark room Breaking the long loneliness. In the dusk of day-shapes Blurring the sunset, One little wandering, western star Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow. Let me go to the window, Watch there the day-shapes of dusk And wait and know the coming Of a little love.
    FROM: At a Window, (1914), Poem, US
• Craig McDonald (1)
  • IN: Head Games (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The strong men keep coming on, They go down shot, hanged, sick, broken. They live on fighting.
    FROM: "Upstream", (1922), Poem, US
• Paul Levine (1)
  • IN: State Vs. Lassiter (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: “Have you a criminal lawyer in this burg?” “We think so but we haven’t been able to prove it on him yet."
    FROM: The People, Yes, (1936), Poem, US
• Steven L. Kent (1)
  • IN: The Clone Assassin (2010) Science Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth, Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs, Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle . . .
    FROM: Chicago, (1914), Poem, US