Maxioms by Carl Sandburg
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess what is seen during read more
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess what is seen during a moment.
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
I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.
I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.
I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.
I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
