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Carl Sandburg
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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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I see America, not in the setting sun of a black night of despair ahead of us, I see America in the crimson light of a rising sun fresh from the burning, creative hand of God. I see great days ahead, great days possible to men and women of will and vision.
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An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, Come and find me, come and find me.
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Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?
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Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
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We live in the time of the colossal upright oblong.
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Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
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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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Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.
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I had taken a course in Ethics. I read a thick textbook, heard the class discussions and came out of it saying I hadn't learned a thing I didn't know before about morals and what is right or wrong in human conduct.
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The greatest cunning is to have none at all.
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I couldn't see myself filling some definite niche in what is called a career. This was all misty.
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Freedom is baffling: men having it often know not they have it till it is gone and they no longer have it.
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I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.
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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 search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable.
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The fog comes on little cat feet.
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Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.
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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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Faith is indispensable, and the world at times does not seem to have quite enough of it. It can and has accomplished what seems to be the impossible. Wars have been started and men and nations lost for the lack of it. Faith starts from the individual and builds men and nations. America was built by and on the faith of our ancestors.
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Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and whispers to you As a beautiful friend Who remembers.
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