I think that in the discussion of natural problems we ought to begin not with the Scriptures, but with experiments, and demonstrations.
by Carl Sandburg
THE FLUTTER of blue pigeon’s wings
Under a river bridge
Hunting a clean dry arch,
A corner for a sleep—
This flutters here in a woman’s hand.
A singing sleep cry,
A drunken poignant two lines of song,
Somebody looking clean into yesterday
And remembering, or looking clean into
To-morrow, and reading,—
This sings here as a woman’s sleep cry sings.
Pigeon friend of mine,
Fly on, sing on.