The universe of poetry is the universe of emotional truth. Our material is in the way we feel and the way we remember.

As we live our truths, we will communicate across all barriers, speaking for the sources of peace. Peace that is not lack of war, but fierce and positive.

Dreams are the sources of action, the meeting and the end, a resting place among the flight of things.

Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.

Outrage and possibility are in all the poems we know.

What three things can never be done? / Forget. Keep silent. Stand alone

Everywhere we are told that our human resources are all to be used, that our civilization itself means the uses of everything it has - the inventions, the histories, every scrap of fact. But there is one kind of knowledge - infinitely precious, time-resistant more than monuments, here to be passed between the generations in any way it may be: never to be used. And that is poetry.