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Nothing happens... but first a dream.

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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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The people will live on.The learning and blundering people will live on.
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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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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 a plan for a slit in the face of a bronze fountain goat and the path of fresh drinking water.
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Lay me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike.
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The buffaloes are gone. And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
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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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Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
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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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Tongues wrangled dark at a man. He buttoned his overcoat and stood alone. In a snowstorm, red hollyberries, thoughts, he stood alone.
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Now is the time. It is never too late to start something.
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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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Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations.
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In democracy both a deep reverence and a sense of the comic are requisite.
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