We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.
I won't take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?
A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.
Somebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is.