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There is an eagle in me that wants to soar.
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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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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And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.
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Time is a great teacher, Who can live without hope?
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Lay me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike.
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