Let Me Become the Noble Son of Seneca

Let me become the noble son of Seneca.

Let me inherit the wealth of Aristotle, Epicurus, and Socrates. Let me celebrate with my brothers Whitman and Thoreau. Let me, when I am afraid, cling to the skirts of my mothers Dickenson, Oliver, and Levertov.

Let my heirs receive a vast, unspoiled estate. And let me build in them the wisdom to receive it.