I went to put away a stray. I opened up this:
And I know that you will smell this just like I did.
I went to put away a stray. I opened up this:
And I know that you will smell this just like I did.
I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s duty is to write about these things. … The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.