Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.
Carl SandburgPoetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations.
Carl SandburgGive me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.
Carl Sandburg