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Languages by Carl Sandburg

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Candace Burch

on 16 October 2014

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Transcript of Languages by Carl Sandburg

Languages by Carl Sandburg Reflection
Carl Sandburg's
Languages reflects on the languages that are forgotten by people. As new cultures begin to combine some are lost and languages are the most important of which are lost. Words are given through mouth rather than written and he believes that is what is wrong and is going to cause some languages to be forgotten. During the 20th century there was a lot of symbolism and it added to the poem because it is showing all the nations coming together but some languages from the nations are being lost.
Fog by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Fog by Carl Sandburg Reflection
Carl Sandburg's
Fog
reflects on the imagism period of literature. On one hand the cat and fog could represent mystery, danger, and silent hunting. On the other hand it can represent death and how its coming and attacking silently like a cat hunting prey. It's all kind of dark but interesting and mysterious.
20th Century Literature Influences
Languages by Carl Sandburg
There are no handles upon a language
Whereby men take hold of it
And mark it with signs for its remembrance.
It is a river, this language,
Once in a thousand years
Breaking a new course
Changing its way to the ocean.
It is mountain effluvia
Moving to valleys
And from nation to nation
Crossing borders and mixing.
Languages die like rivers.
Words wrapped round your tongue today
And broken to shape of thought
Between your teeth and lips speaking
Now and today
Shall be faded hieroglyphics
Ten thousand years from now.
Sing—and singing—remember
Your song dies and changes
And is not here to-morrow
Any more than the wind
Blowing ten thousand years ago.
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