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Time is a great teacher, Who can live without hope?
Carl Sandburg
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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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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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Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves.
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There are dreams stronger than death. Men and women die holding these dreams.
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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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Lay me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike.
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I glory in this world of men and women, torn with troubles, yet living on to love and laugh through it all.
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There is no song to your singing.
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Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. They flickered out saying: It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.
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Poetry is a slipknot tightened around a time-beat of one thought, two thoughts, and a last interweaving thought there is not yet a number for.
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I wrote poems in my corner of the Brooks Street station. I sent them to two editors who rejected them right off. I read those letters of rejection years later and I agreed with those editors.
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Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it.
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We live in the time of the colossal upright oblong.
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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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If I added to their pride of America, I am happy.
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Poetry is any page from a sketchbook of outlines of a doorknob with thumb-prints of dust, blood, dreams.
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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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There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.
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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 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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