Carl Sandburg

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release - out across the read more

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release - out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?

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.

Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.

Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

I never made a mistake in grammar but once in my life and as soon as I done it I read more

I never made a mistake in grammar but once in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it.