To those who had ordered them to death, one of them said: “We die because the people are asleep and you will die because the people will awaken.”
Carl SandburgPoetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
Carl SandburgPoetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.
Carl SandburgYou remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.
Carl Sandburg