"Keep this flower to remember me by. So she told him. Keep this, remember me, remember. Fold this flower where you never forget. Put me by where time no longer counts. Then come back to a sure remembering... Flesh is a doom and a prison. Flesh jails those only flesh. Air speaks nevertheless, spray, fire, air, thin voices beyond capture save only in remembering the luster of lost stars, the search for a wafer of moon. Let us talk it over long and wear cream gold buttons and be proud we have anger and pride together, remembering high loveliness hovers in time and is made of passing moments. I have kept high moments. They go round and round in me."

- Carl Sandburg