We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write
poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is
filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are
noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty,
romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman,
"O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless
trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good
amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists,
and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a
verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse.
What will your verse be?-John Keating (Dead Poet's Society)
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