We Tend To Put Poems

I Admired What My Students Were Writing, But I Think Their Improvement Doesn't Directly Result From Me But From Being In A Class, Being With Each Other.

Deep Feeling Doesn't Make For Good Poetry. A Way With Language Would Be A Bit Of Help.

As If Hands Were Enough To Hold An Avalanche Off.

When I First Started Teaching At Berkeley In 1958, I Could Not Announce That I Was Gay To Anybody, Though Probably Quite A Few Of My Fellow Teachers Knew.

We Control The Content Of Our Dreams.