Maxioms by Carl Sandburg
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.
Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands, and goes to work
Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands, and goes to work
In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes in the morning.
In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes in the morning.
I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.
I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.
Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
