The Dawn We Chose
The Dawn We Chose Elias Johnson stood at the front of his classroom in Harlem and read from Walt Whitman. "Song of the Open Road," he said, his voice carrying the warmth of a man who had learned to speak to soldiers in the mud of France and found that poetry was the only thing that could keep them alive. "Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The...
0 Commentaires 0 Parts 7 Vue 0 Aperçu