I am! I have come through! I belong!

If [America] forgets where she came from, if the people lose sight of what brought them along, if she listens to the deniers and mockers, then will begin the rot and dissolution.

We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.

Now I am here - now read me - give me a name.

The machine yes the machine never wastes anybody's time never watches the foreman never talks back.

Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down your fence.

Poetry is a shuffling of boxes of illusions buckled with a strap of facts.