More from Carl Sandburg
- Remembrance Rock (1948), Ch. 2, p. 7
Slang is the language which takes off its coat, spits on its hands—and goes to work.
The Republic is a dream.
Nothing happens unless first a dream.“Washington Monument by Night” in Slabs of the Sunburnt West (1922)
More about poetry
T. S. Eliot1888–1965“Philip Massinger”, a biographical essay, in The Sacred Wood (1920)Poetry too is a little incarnation, giving body to what had been before invisible and inaudible.
C. S. Lewis1898–1963Reflections on the Psalms
