"Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits."
"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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Source: Carl Sandburg (2015). “Harvest Poems: 1910-1960”, p.30, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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