Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.
Somebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is.
Newspapers tell beforehand what is going to happen - maybe.
I stayed away from mathematics not so much because I knew it would be hard work as because of the amount of time I knew it would take, hours spent in a field where I was not a natural.
I see America, not in the setting sun of a black night of despair ahead of us, I see America in the crimson light of a rising sun fresh from the burning, creative hand of God. I see great days ahead, great days possible to men and women of will and vision.