"Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits."
"The peace of great books be for you, Stains of pressed clover leaves on pages, Bleach of the light of years held in leather."
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Source: Carl Sandburg (2015). “Harvest Poems: 1910-1960”, p.88, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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