Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.
Carl SandburgRead
I make it clear why I write as I do and why other poets write as they do. After hundreds of experiments I decided to go my own way in style and see what would happen.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the importance of personal expression in poetry and the journey of finding one's unique style.
Carl Sandburg reflects on his writing process, highlighting that after numerous trials, he chose to forge his own path in poetic style. This suggests that creativity often requires experimentation and a willingness to embrace individuality in artistic expression.
In practice
In a writing workshop, to encourage students to develop their unique voices.
Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.
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