Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes. |
Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. |
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air |
Poetry 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. |
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment |
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits. |
POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog. |
Revolt and terror pay a price,/ Order and law have a cost. |
Sandburg's retelling of Lincoln's attendance at an evangelist rally led by Peter Cartwright in 1846, in response to accusations by Cartwright's followers that he was an "infidel" - Cartwright was his opponent in his race for Congress: |
Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are. |
Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands, and goes to work |
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come. |
Soundtrack City Chicago. |
Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny. |