O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself.
America is a place of many great events. Here is where Adam dwelt, where the Garden of Eden was located. America was the place of former civilizations, including Adam’s, the Jaredites’, and Nephites’.
If you are not happy here and now, you never will be.
We must exist right here, right now!
In the end, we are part of this region, and we are affected by its developments. What we may do or not do in the future depends on the nature of what happens here in the region.
Bloody Christmas, here again, let us raise a loving cup, peace on earth, goodwill to men, and make them do the washing up.
Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books.
We are here, on earth. Not one of us has any right to the earth.
When I was born here in Gulfport in 1966, my parents’ interracial marriage was still illegal, and it was very hard to drive around town with my parents, to be out in public with my parents.
The experience of poetry could bring my mother back to me. Poetry offers a different kind of solace – here on earth.