"Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits."
"Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes and touches you With a thousand memories, And asks you Beautiful, unanswerable questions."
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Source: Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.50, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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