I wrote poems in my corner of the Brooks Street station. I sent them … — Carl Sandburg

I wrote poems in my corner of the Brooks Street station. I sent them to two editors who rejected them right off. I read those letters of rejection years later and I agreed with those editors.

Carl SandburgPoet · American · 1878 – 1967

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