How could we know, during those penciled days,
such simple offerings from Dick and Jane—
to look and see, come and go, work and play—
would define our lifelong actions, contain
our essence of experience? To feel
our pulsing rhythms in phrases. Sense our
imaginations unfold through words. Kneel
before printed pages’ singing power.
Teachers knew what we didn’t: “See spot run!”
would lead us to ancient Greeks’ “Know thyself.”
To Descarte’s “I think, therefore I am.” Donne’s
“No man is an island”. Power and pelf’s
folly, Scott’s verse would clarify. And, above
all, Shakespeare’s bottom line: “never doubt I love.”
Roger Armbrust
February 24, 2015
