"Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits."
"In the night the cabbages catch at the moon, the leaves drip silver, the rows of cabbages are a series of little silver waterfalls in the moon."
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Source: Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.350, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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