I know of no task so salutory to the poet who would, first of all, put himself in touch with the resident genius of his own land. - Carl Sandburg

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.

I see America, not in the setting sun of a black night of despair ahead of us, I see America in the crimson light of a rising sun fresh from the burning, creative hand of God. I see great days ahead, great days possible to men and women of will and vision

Let your heart look
on white sea spray
and be lonely.

Love is a fool star.

You and a ring of stars
may mention my name
and then forget me.

Love is a fool star.