Carl Sandburg

When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.

Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

I’ve written some poetry I don’t understand myself.

We read Robert Browning’s poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.