From time to time
as this morning,
I relish dreaming as I skim through details
of graduate level English programs
ignoring the parts about employment goals.
Shakespeare, Swift, Dumas, Keats, Dickinson, et al
are not read as an employment opportunity.
They are read for essence.
They are read for beauty.
They are read for soul.
They are read for life.
Those professors who critique great literature
are missing the point.
How do you teach someone
to diagram, dissect, deconstruct
their beloved.
Love is not taught.
Love is not learned.
Love is.
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