I am an idealist. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way. - Carl Sandburg

I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work — I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor: What place is this? Where are we now?

Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.

Wishes left on your lips
The mark of their wings.
Regrets fly kites in your eyes.