Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. – Carl Sandburg
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by. – Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. – Carl Sandburg
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by. – Carl Sandburg
We read Robert Brownings poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough. – Carl Sandburg
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment. – Carl Sandburg