Poetry is the capture of a picture, a song, or a flair, in a deliberate prism of words.
Carl SandburgNot often in the story of mankind does a man arrive on earth who is both steel and velvet, who is as hard as rock and soft as drifting fog, who holds in his heart and mind the paradox of terrible storm and peace unspeakable and perfect.
Carl SandburgPoetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower.
Carl Sandburg