"Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits."
"Tongues wrangled dark at a man. He buttoned his overcoat and stood alone. In a snowstorm, red hollyberries, thoughts, he stood alone."
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Source: Carl Sandburg (2015). “Harvest Poems: 1910-1960”, p.72, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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