Someday, perhaps, the unhappiest and most destructive of our kind will simply be loved by the rest of us into grace — caressed, as it were, by the whole human race. Now, look at the face. Look, and then ask yourself: Am I willing to love? Or am I above such tragic disgrace? And: If I am above, how came I to be so unlike the truth I proclaim — that we all still belong, however far we have strayed?
“A Line For the Times”
Recently Banned Literature, January 13, 2017
To French Vanilla and All the Other Flavors
My friends, this is your mission:
parachute into the war zone,
and teach men to be children again.
Collected Poems, 2007
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