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20 July 2024

Carl Sandburg (center) with members of Company C of the Illinois 6th Regiment in Spanish-American War (1898)

 

Carl Sandburg (center) with members of the Company C, Illinois 6th Infantryy

Regiment, Illinois Volunteers during the Spanish-American War..

[Photo courtesy of Carl Sandburg Home National Historic Site]]

 

War happens inside a man. It happens to him alone. It can never be

communicated. That is the tragedy—and perhaps the blessing.

 

Of War in Poetry and Prose  

 

By John W. Quinley

 

Dear Readers,

 

Sandburg lived through three wars and fought in the Spanish-American War. He saw no direct action but suffered in the heat, wearing woolen uniforms recycled from the Civil War. He fought off malaria-carrying mosquitoes, and ate beef and beans from tin cans. He said, “It was a dirty and lousy affair while it lasted.”


In the lead up to America’s entry into World War I, he described the struggles on the home front and the desolation of war on the battlefield. In the poem “Killers,” sixteen million soldiers sleep along the picket lines:


Some of them long sleepers for always,

Some of them tumbling to sleep tomorrow for always

Fixed in the drag of the world’s heartbreak,

Eating and drinking, toiling . . . on a long job of killing.

 

And in the poem “Grass,” he laments the ironies of war too soon forgotten. He observes that the grass covers the soldiers buried in the battlefields, and in two years and again in ten years. The people ask, “What place is this? Where are we now?”


Sandburg also led a martial call. In his most famous poem from World War I, “The Four Brothers,” the brother-soldiers of France, Russia, Britain, and America were understood as common folk ready to defend their respective nations: “Cowpunchers, cornhuskers, shopmen, ready in khaki; Ballplayers, lumberjacks, ironworkers, ready in khaki.” The poem was read at Liberty Bond rallies across the country.


In the lead-up to America’s formal entry into World War II, Sandburg opposed isolationism and supported efforts like the lend-lease program to bolster Britain’s stand against Nazi Germany. In the poem “Is There Any Easy Road to Freedom?,” he says that “in order to keep our freedoms we must never take them for granted; we must always keep threats to freedom in check.”

There are freedom shouters.

There are freedom whisperers.

Both may serve.

Have I, have you, been too silent?

Is there an easy crime of silence?

Is there any easy road to freedom?

Sandburg covered World War II in a weekly column, and he gave speeches at rallies and on the radio. His columns and speeches were compiled by Sandburg into a 1940 book called The Home Front Memo. The book also included poems like “The Man with Broken Fingers,” a grim poem about torture at the hands of the Gestapo. Sandburg asks:

 

Did he think about violins or accordions he would never touch again?

Did he think of baby or woman hair he would never again play with?

Or of hammers or pencils no good to him anymore?

Or of gloves and mittens that would always be misfits?

 

The poem reached many millions of listeners and readers. It was read during the Treasury Hour Program on the radio in the United States, broadcast over shortwave radio to various parts of Europe, and published in Swedish, Danish, Norwegian, and Russian.


And as more lethal weapons were developed by both sides during the Cold War, he defined the greatest threat to humanity as “The Unknown War”:

The bombs of the next war, if they control, hold the Unknown blasts—the bacterial spreads of the next war, if they control, reek with the Unknown—the round-the-curve-of-the-earth guided missiles of the next war, should they control, will have the slide and hiss of the Unknown—the cosmic rays or light beams carrying a moonshine kiss of death, if and when they control, will have the mercy of the sudden Unknown.

 

Always supporting peace efforts between wars, Sandburg in his poem “Sometimes they’ll give a war and nobody will come” describes a little girl watching her first troop parade who asks:


        "What are those?"

"Soldiers."

"What are soldiers?"

"They are for war. They fight and each tries to kill

          as many of the other side as he can."

The girl held still and studied.

"Do you know . . . I know something?"

"Yes, what is it you know?"

"Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come."

 


Thanks for reading,

________


John Quinley is the author of
Discovering Carl Sandburg: The Eclectic Life of an American Icon and is a former docent at the Carl Sandburg Home National Historic Site in Flat Rock, North Carolina. You may contact John at jwquinley@gmail.com.


Index

 No.  Date Title
9 20 July 2024 Of War in Poetry and Prose
8 15 June 2024 A Walk in the Woods with Nature's Poet
7 19 May 2024 Dream Girl Lilian Steichen
6 15 April 2024 Humble Beginnings 
5 15 Mar 2024 The Old Troubadour
4 22 Feb 2024 Remembering Karlen Paula
3 12 Feb 2024 Why Did Sandburg study Lincoln?
2 22 Jan 2024 Before the Chicago Daily News
1 8 Jan 2024 Poet of the People

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