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I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.
Carl Sandburg
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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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Galesburg
Illinois
Carl August Sandburg
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Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.
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Poetry is statement of a series of equations, with numbers and symbols changing like the changes of mirrors, pools, skies, the only never-changing sign being the sign of infinity.
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Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.
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Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
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The dead hold in their hands only what they have given away.
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To never see a fool you lock yourself in your room and smash the looking-glass.
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If [America] forgets where she came from, if the people lose sight of what brought them along, if she listens to the deniers and mockers, then will begin the rot and dissolution.
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Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.
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a women is like a tea bag.it's only when she is in hot water that you realize how strong she is.
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Rest is not a word of free people. Rest is a monarchical word.
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Freedom is baffling: men having it often know not they have it till it is gone and they no longer have it.
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Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves.
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A politician should have three hats. One for throwing into the ring, one for talking through, and one for pulling rabbits out of if elected.
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By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.
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The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.
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And even now she beats her head against the bars in the same old way and wonders if there is a bigger place the railroads run to from Chicago where maybe there is romance and big things and real dreams that never go smash.
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Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it.
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A liar goes in fine clothes, a liar goes in rags, a liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes.
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Somebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is.
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Never will a time come when the most marvelous recent invention is as marvelous as a newborn child.
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