My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.
Carl SandburgIn the night the cabbages catch at the moon, the leaves drip silver, the rows of cabbages are a series of little silver waterfalls in the moon.
Carl SandburgI make it clear why I write as I do and why other poets write as they do. After hundreds of experiments I decided to go my own way in style and see what would happen.
Carl Sandburg