A Too Explicit Elucidation In Education Destroys

You Must Believe A Poem Is A Holy Thing, A Good Poem, That Is.

May My Silences Become More Accurate.

The Darkness Has It's Own Light.

Wake The Happy Words.

O Lord, May I Never Want To Look Good. O Jesus, May I Always Read It All: Out Loud And The Very Way It Should Be. May I Never Look At The Other Findings Until I Have Come To My Own True Conclusions: May I Care For The Least Of The Young: And Become Aware Of The One Poem That Each May Have Written; May I Be Aware Of What Each Thing Is, Delighted With Form, And Wary Of The False Comparison; May I Never Use The Word "brilliant."