"Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits."
"Poetry is a section of river-fog and moving boat-lights, delivered between bridges and whistles, so one says, 'Oh!' and another, 'How?'"
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Source: Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.319, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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