Lips half-willing in a doorway. Lips half-singing at a window. Eyes half-dreaming in the walls. Feet half-dancing in a kitchen. Even the clocks half-yawn the hours And the farmers make half-answers.
Carl SandburgPile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work. I am the grass. I cover all.
Carl SandburgWe had two grand antique professors who had been teaching at Lombard since before I was born.
Carl Sandburg