Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Carl Sandburg (1878 - 1967)
Contributed by: Siona
The single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other.
Contributed by: Michelle
I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way.
Contributed by: JoyFull
It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down.And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.
Source: From â€œValley Songâ€ by Carl Sandburg, 1918
Contributed by: Treecup
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Contributed by: Nachtmusik
Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.
Contributed by: Praveer
I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.
Contributed by: tbuddha
Nothing happens unless first a dream.
Contributed by: Zaady
I won't take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.
Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
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