It could be, in the grace of God, that I shall live to be 89, as did Hokusai, and speaking my farewell to earthly scenes, I might paraphrase: "If God had let me live five years longer, I should have been a writer."
Carl Sandburg did not need the ex tra five years. When he died last week at 89 the same age as the early 19th century Japanese painter on his goat farm near Flat Rock, N.C., he was solidly established as a poet and historian.
Above all, he was a...
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