Read this excerpt from "Going Back to School."The sky was like a cup some rare wine fills, And stars came as he watched – and he was free One splendid instant – back in the great room, Curled in a chair with all of them beside And the whole world a rush of happy voices, With laughter beating in a clamorous tide. . . . Saw once again the heat of harvest fume Up to the empty sky in threads like glass, And ran, and was a part of what rejoices