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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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Carl August Sandburg
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Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down your fence.
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Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you.
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Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
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The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading Keep Off.
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Tell me if the lovers are losers... tell me if any get more than the lovers.
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It is necessary now and then for a man to go away by himself and experience loneliness to sit on a rock in the forest and to ask of himself, 'Who am I, and where have I been, and where am I going?'...If one is not careful, one allows diversions to take up one's time-the stuff of life
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Poetry is the report of a nuance between two moments, when people say, 'Listen!' and 'Did you see it?' 'Did you hear it? What was it?'
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I had taken a course in Ethics. I read a thick textbook, heard the class discussions and came out of it saying I hadn't learned a thing I didn't know before about morals and what is right or wrong in human conduct.
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Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.
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Poetry is an exhibit of one pendulum connecting with other and unseen pendulums inside and outside the one seen.
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Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.
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Poetry is an enumeration of birds, bees, babies, butterflies, bugs, bambinos, babayagas, and bipeds, beating their way up bewildering bastions.
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Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.
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What is there more of in the world than anything else? Ends.
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Poetry is a fossil rock-print of a fin and a wing, with an illegible oath between.
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To those who had ordered them to death, one of them said: “We die because the people are asleep and you will die because the people will awaken.”
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Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.
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I been a wanderin' Early and late, New York City To the Golden Gate An' it looks like I'm never gonna cease my Wanderin'.
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I am! I have come through! I belong!
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The woman named Tomorrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and takes her time
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