Here you will find the Poem An Instructor's Dream of poet Bill Knott
Many decades after graduation the students sneak back onto the school-grounds at night and within the pane-lit windows catch me their teacher at the desk or blackboard cradling a chalk: someone has erased their youth, and as they crouch closer to see more it grows darker and quieter than they have known in their lives, the lesson never learned surrounds them; why have they come? Is there any more to memorize now at the end than there was then" What is it they peer at through shades of time to hear, X times X repeated, my vain efforts to corner a room's snickers? Do they mock me? Forever? Out there my past has risen in the eyes of all my former pupils but I wonder if behind them others younger and younger stretch away to a world where dawn will never ring its end, its commencement bell.