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The dead hold in their hands only what they have given away.
Carl Sandburg
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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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Poetry is the arithmetic of the easiest way and the primrose path, matched up with foam-flanked horses, bloody knuckles, and bones, on the hard ways to the stars.
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Poetry is the capture of a picture, a song, or a flair, in a deliberate prism of words.
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Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
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The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading Keep Off.
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The greatest certainty in life is death. The greatest uncertainty is the time.
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Life goes before we know what it is. / One fool is enough in any house. / Even God gets tired of too much hallelujah. / Take it easy and live long as brothers.
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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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The simple dignity of a child drinking a bowl of milk embodies the fascination of an ancient rite.
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Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
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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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The greatest cunning is to have none at all.
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Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.
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Hog butcher for the world, Tool maker, stacker of wheat, Player with railroads and the nation's freight handler Stormy, husky, brawling, City of big shoulders.
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Poetry is a type-font design for an alphabet of fun, hate, love, death.
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I am the people the mob the crowd the mass. Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?
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The people know what the land knows.
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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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Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky - or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time.
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The buffaloes are gone. And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
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