American - Poet | January 6, 1878 - July 22, 1967
I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.
Carl Sandburg
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I couldn't see myself filling some definite niche in what is called a career. This was all misty.
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I fell in love, not deep, but I fell several times and then fell out.
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I have become infected, now that I see how beautifully a book is coming out of all this.
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I have in later years taken to Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, in an elemental way.
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I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends. I had seen pictures of painters, sculptors, poets, wearing this style of tie.
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I wrote poems in my corner of the Brooks Street station. I sent them to two editors who rejected them right off. I read those letters of rejection years later and I agreed with those editors.
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My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.
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Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.
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There are 10 men in me and I do not know or understand one of them.
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There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.
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We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.
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