The human's place in the universe will be set in the scheme of evolution, the product of our biological inheritance.
Poetry is ordinary language raised to the "N th" power.
Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.
The corncob was the central object of my life. My father was a horse handler, first trotting and pacing horses, then coach horses, then work horses, finally saddle horses. I grew up around, on, and under horses, fed them, shoveled their manure, emptied the mangers of corncobs.
All poetry is an ordered voice, one which tries to tell you about a vision in the un-visionary language of farm, city, and love.
I knew about holiness, never having missed a Sunday-school class since I started at four years. But if Jews were also religious, how could our neighbor with the grease-grimy shirt use the word 'damn' about them?
The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.
You have someone in your life whom you honor and revere so much that every hurt on them is inflicted on you as well. And the closer they are to you, the greater the pain.
Faith in God is an opening up, a letting go, a deep trust, a free act of love - but sometimes it was so hard to love.
137 years later, Memorial Day remains one of America's most cherished patriotic observances. The spirit of this day has not changed - it remains a day to honor those who died defending our freedom and democracy.
If God had meant Harvard professors to appear in People magazine, She wouldn't have invented The New York Review of Books.