Poetry Must Be Simple, Sensuous, Or Impassioned.

The Soul, At Peace, Reflects The Peace Without, Forgetting Grief As Sunset Skies Forget The Morning's Transient Shower.

Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor, Your Huddled Masses Yearning To Breathe Free.

Still Ours The Dance, The Feast, The Glorious Psalm, The Mystic Lights Of Emblem, And The Word.

Jews Are The Intensive Form Of Any Nationality Whose Language And Customs They Adopt.

There Is No Comfort Looking Forth Nor Back, The Present Gives The Lie To All Her Past.