Grant us a common faith that we shall know bread and peace-that we shall know justice and righteousness, freedom and security, an equal opportunity and an equal chance to do our best not only in our own lands, but throughout the world. And in that faith let us march toward the clean world our hands can make.

Go play with the towns you have built of blocks, The towns where you would have bound me! I sleep in my earth like a tired fox, And my bufdfalo have found me.

If two New Hampshiremen aren't a match for the devil, we might as well give the country back to the Indians.

There's nothing compared to the history of writing about the city of New York that you get, say, in Charles Reznikoff.

American Muse, whose strong and diverse heart So many men have tried to understand But only made it smaller with their art, Because you are as various as your land.

A phrase may come to me as I am walking, and, once I write it down in my journal, the rest of the poem will unravel from that catalyst.

Money is sullen And wisdom is sly, But youth is the pollen That blows through the sky And does not ask why.