Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it. — Carl Sandburg
Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, — Carl Sandburg
Poetry is an enumeration of birds, bees, babies, butterflies, bugs, bambinos, babayagas, — Carl Sandburg
A liar goes in fine clothes, a liar goes in rags, a liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes. — Carl Sandburg
Calling it off comes easy enough if you haven’t told the girl you are smitten with her. — Carl Sandburg
![If [America] forgets where she came from, if the people lose sight Carl Sandburg Picture Quote](https://www.idlehearts.com/images/if-america-forgets-where-she-came-from-if-the-people-lose-sight.jpg?x81640 "If [America] forgets where she came from, if the people lose sight")
