“Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.” –Carl Sandburg, Poetry Considered

This poem is very contridicting because it’s talking about a sea animal on land wanting to fly. It doesn’t make sense because sea animals die without water and they can’t fly and probably don’t want to.