One more day of bread and work.
(Interior)
More Quotes from Carl Sandburg:
I LOVE him, I love him, ran the patter of her lipsAnd she formed his name on her tongue and sang
And she sent him word she loved him so much,
So much, and death was nothing; work, art, home,
All was nothing if her love for him was not first
Of all; the patter of her lips ran, I love him,
I love him; and he knew the doors that opened
Into doors and more doors, no end of doors,
And full length mirrors doubling and tripling
The apparitions of doors: circling corridors of
Looking glasses and doors, some with knobs, some
With no knobs, some opening slow to a heavy push,
And some jumping open at a touch and a hello.
Carl Sandburg
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
Carl Sandburg
O prairie mother, I am one of your boys.
Carl Sandburg
I was up day and night with Lincoln for years. I couldn't have picked a better companion.
Carl Sandburg
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
Carl Sandburg
Some toil and toil, believing,
Looking now and again on my face,
Catching a vital, olden glory.
Carl Sandburg
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