Poetry Is A Plan For A Slit

I Was Up Day And Night With Lincoln For Years. I Couldn't Have Picked A Better Companion.

I Had Taken A Course In Ethics. I Read A Thick Textbook, Heard The Class Discussions And Came Out Of It Saying I Hadn't Learned A Thing I Didn't Know Before About Morals And What Is Right Or Wrong In Human Conduct.

Poetry Is The Opening And Closing Of A Door, Leaving Those Who Look Through To Guess About What Is Seen During The Moment.

Who Else Speaks For The Family Of Man? They Are In Tune And Step With Constellations Of Universal Law.

We Had Two Grand Antique Professors Who Had Been Teaching At Lombard Since Before I Was Born.