John Houseman in "Paper Chase"
Gratitude to Old Teachers
When we stride or stroll across
the frozen lake,
We place our feet where
they have never been.
We walk upon the unwalked.
But we are uneasy.
Who is down there
but our old teachers?
Water that once could take
no human weight-
We were students then-
holds up our feet,
And goes on ahead of us for a mile.
Beneath us the teachers,
and around us the stillness
Robert Bly
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