Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
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.
We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.
I admire the attention other writers can give to the world we're walking in.
You can take off your hats now, gentlemen, and I think perhaps you'd better.
There's nothing compared to the history of writing about the city of New York that you get, say, in Charles Reznikoff.