Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling…

It's risky to allow radiation to constantly go up into the atmosphere. The main criticism of this approach of entombing it is that it…

— Michio Kaku

Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a slipknot tightened around a time-beat of one thought, two thoughts, and a last interweaving thought there is not yet a number…

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is the capture of a picture, a song, or a flair, in a deliberate prism of words.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a diary kept by a sea creature who lives on land and wishes he could fly.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is the cipher key to the five mystic wishes packed in a hollow silver bullet fed to a flying fish.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a section of river-fog and moving boat-lights, delivered between bridges and whistles, so one says, 'Oh!' and another, 'How?'

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a puppet-show, where riders of skyrockets and divers of sea fathoms gossip about the sixth sense and the fourth dimension.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower.

— Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a fossil rock-print of a fin and a wing, with an illegible oath between.

— Carl Sandburg