Poetry is a projection across silence of cadences arranged to break that silence with definite intentions of echoes, syllables, wave lengths.
Carl SandburgSomebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is.
Carl SandburgAnd how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release โ 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?
Carl Sandburg