“What is poetry? Is the answer hidden somewhere? Is it one of those answers locked in a box and nobody has the key? There are such questions and answers. Oh I read things as a boy that had mystery of sound and rhythm Oh I read things as a boy that had mystery of sound and rhythm Walt Whitman, Edward Arlington Robinson, Robert Frost, Vachel Lindsay, Edgar Lee Masters Hard to say how I moved into what I wrote that I termed poetry but there’s still argument about whether it is poetry or not.”
– Carl Sandburg
Maverick Mist 