"The boy worked there about eighteen months, came home one evening with a shortness of breath. He said, "Mother, I cannot get my breath." Shirley was… - Muriel Rukeyser

The great ideas are always emerging, to be available to all men and women. And one hope of our lives is the communication of these truths.

I've always thought of two kinds of poems: the poems of unverifiable facts, based in dreams, in sex, in everything that can be given to other people only through the skill and strength by which it is given; and the other kind being the document, the poem that rests on material evidence.

Seorang budak bisa mematuhi perintah, tapi hanya orang merdeka yang bisa bekerja sama.