Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves.
Carl SandburgPoetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations.
Carl SandburgArithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer.
Carl Sandburg