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Carl Sandburg

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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.
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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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For we know when a nation goes down and never comes back, when a society or a civilization perishes, one condition may always be found. They forgot where they came from. They lost sight of what brought them along.
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Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.
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The buffaloes are gone. And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
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Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.
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The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading Keep Off.
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I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter.
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Yesterday is done. Tomorrow never comes. Today is here. If you don't know what to do, sit still and listen. You may hear something. Nobody knows.
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Poetry is a type-font design for an alphabet of fun, hate, love, death.
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Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.
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Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. They flickered out saying: It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.
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So I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them: Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
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Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
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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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All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write.
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Time is the coin of our live. We must take care how we spend it.
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Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
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Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable.
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I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building.
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