"Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits."
"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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Source: Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.281, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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