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A tree is best measured when it is down - and so it is with people.

Carl Sandburg

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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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Yesterday is done. Tomorrow never comes. Today is here. If you don't know what to do, sit still and listen. You may hear something. Nobody knows.
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Poetry is the report of a nuance between two moments, when people say, 'Listen!' and 'Did you see it?' 'Did you hear it? What was it?'
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There is only one man in the world and his name is All Men. There is only one woman in the world and her name is All Women. There is only one child in the world and the child's name is All Children.
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Poetry is the cipher key to the five mystic wishes packed in a hollow silver bullet fed to a flying fish.
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Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.
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Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.
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Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.
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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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POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.
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Nothing happens unless first we dream.
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The dead hold in their hands only what they have given away.
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Lay me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike.
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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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Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?
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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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The woman named Tomorrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and takes her time
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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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Life goes before we know what it is. / One fool is enough in any house. / Even God gets tired of too much hallelujah. / Take it easy and live long as brothers.
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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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People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.
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