"Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits."
"Poetry is any page from a sketchbook of outlines of a doorknob with thumb-prints of dust, blood, dreams."
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Source: Carl Sandburg (1928). “Smoke and steel: Slabs of the sunburnt West. Good morning, America”, Harcourt, Brace and World
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