We do not deride the fears of prospering white America. A nation of violence and private property has every reason to dread the violated and the deprived.
I was in Paris at an English-language bookstore. I picked up a volume of Dickinson's poetry. I came back to my hotel, read 2,000 of her poems and immediately began composing in my head. I wrote down the melodies even before I got to a piano.

