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We Have Learned The Answers, All The Answers: It Is The Question That We Do Not Know.

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Thought Provoking

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Personal Dignity

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Autumn Is The American Season. In Europe The Leaves Turn Yellow Or Brown, And Fall. Here They Take Fire On The Trees And Hang There Flaming. We Think This Frost-fire Is A Portent Somehow: A Promise That The Continent Has Given Us. Life, Too, We Think, Is Capable Of Taking Fire In This Country; Of Creating Beauty Never Seen.

Journalism Is Concerned With Events, Poetry With Feelings. Journalism Is Concerned With The Look Of The World, Poetry With The Feel Of The World.

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If The Art Of Poetry Is?the Art Of Making Sense Of The Chaos Of Human Experience, It's Not A Bad Thing To See A Lot Of Chaos.

Human Experience

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The Business Of The Law Is To Make Sense Of The Confusion Of What We Call Human Life - To Reduce It To Order But At The Same Time To Give It Possibility, Scope, Even Dignity.

History, Like A Badly Constructed Concert Hall, Has Occasional Dead Spots Where The Music Can't Be Heard.

Beauty Is That Medusa's Head Which Men Go Armed To Seek And Sever, And Dead Will Starve And Sting Forever.

What Happened At Hiroshima Was Not Only That A Scientific Breakthrough Had Occurred And That A Great Part Of The Population Of A City Had Been Burned To Death, But That The Problem Of The Relation Of The Triumphs Of Modern Science To The Human Purposes Of Man Had Been Explicitly Defined.

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Spring Has Many American Faces. There Are Cities Where It Will Come And Go In A Day And Counties Where It Hangs Around And Never Quite Gets There. Summer Is Drawn Blinds In Louisiana, Long Winds In Wyoming, Shade Of Elms And Maples In New England.

See The World As It Truly Is, Small And Blue, Beautiful In That Eternal Silence Where It Floats.

It Is Not In The World Of Ideas That Life Is Lived. Life Is Lived For Better Or Worse In Life, And To A Man In Life, His Life Can Be No More Absurd Than It Can Be The Opposite Of Absurd, Whatever That Opposite May Be.

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Freedom Is The Right To Choose: The Right To Create For Oneself The Alternatives Of Choice. Without The Possibility Of Choice And The Exercise Of Choice A Man Is Not A Man But A Member, An Instrument, A Thing.

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You Burned The City Of London In Our Houses And We Felt The Flames.

We Have Learned The Answers, All The Answers: It Is The Question That We Do Not Know.

Questions And Answers

There Is No Dusk To Be, There Is No Dawn That Was, Only There's Now, And Now, And The Wind In The Grass.

To See The Earth As We Now See It, Small And Beautiful In That Eternal Silence Where It Floats, Is To See Ourselves As Riders On The Earth Together, Brothers On That Bright Loveliness In The Unending Night ~ Brothers Who See Now They Are Truly Brothers.

Once You Permit Those Who Are Convinced Of Their Own Superior Rightness To Censor And Silence And Suppress Those Who Hold Contrary Opinions, Just At That Moment The Citadel Has Been Surrendered.

A Poem Should Be Palpable And Mute As A Globed Fruit.

As Things Are Now Going The Peace We Make, What Peace We Seem To Be Making, Will Be A Peace Of Oil, A Peace Of Gold, A Peace Of Shipping, A Peace In Brief.without Moral Purpose Or Human Interest.

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