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The greatest cunning is to have none at all.
Carl Sandburg
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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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The peace of great books be for you, Stains of pressed clover leaves on pages, Bleach of the light of years held in leather.
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Lips half-willing in a doorway. Lips half-singing at a window. Eyes half-dreaming in the walls. Feet half-dancing in a kitchen. Even the clocks half-yawn the hours And the farmers make half-answers.
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A tough will counts. So does desire.So does a rich soft wanting.Without rich wanting nothing arrives.
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.
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I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.
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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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Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
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Poetry is a section of river-fog and moving boat-lights, delivered between bridges and whistles, so one says, 'Oh!' and another, 'How?'
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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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What is there more of in the world than anything else? Ends.
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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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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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A liar goes in fine clothes, a liar goes in rags, a liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes.
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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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If I added to their pride of America, I am happy.
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By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.
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