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What is there more of in the world than anything else? Ends.
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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Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
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There are dreams stronger than death. Men and women die holding these dreams.
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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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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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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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Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.
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Be careful with your words, once they are said, they can only be forgiven, not forgotten.
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A politician should have three hats. One for throwing into the ring, one for talking through, and one for pulling rabbits out of if elected.
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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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Such a Big miracle in such a tiny baby. Big things often have small beginnings A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.
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Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.
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I remember in my early 20s when I felt I couldn't live past 30. I was learning how to write. I had a lot of hard work ahead of me.
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Who else speaks for the Family of Man? They are in tune and step with constellations of universal law.
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When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.
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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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Man is a long time coming. Man will yet win. Brother may yet line up with brother: This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.There are men who can't be bought.
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There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost the same as the movement of music. To know silence perfectly is to know music.
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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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Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.
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