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Poetry Is Play. I'd Even Rather Have You Think Of It As A Sport. For Instance, Like Football.

I'd Like To Go By Climbing A Birch Tree~ And Climb Black Branches Up A Snow-white Trunk Toward Heaven, Till The Tree Could Bear No More, But Dipped Its Top And Set Me Down Again. That Would Be Good Both Going And Coming Back. One Could Do Worse Than Be A Swinger Of Birches.

I Heard Someone Say He [carl Sandburg] Was The Kind Of Writer Who Had Everything To Gain And Nothing To Lose By Being Translated Into Another Language.

And Of Course There Must Be Something Wrong In Wanting To Silence Any Song.

The Fact Is The Sweetest Dream That Labor Knows.