he loved walt whitman and emily dickinson. i loved emily dickinson. >> [laughter] katherine: he stood with whitman, who said "not until the sun explodes the earth will i exclude you." m stood with mary all over -- ary oliver, hwo said "i look upon everything as a brotherhood and sisterhood." but it was william collins bryant's poem on how we should approach death that birch committed to memory. is, "thou go not like the quarry slave at night to his dungeon, but sustained by an old faltering trust, approach thy grave like one who his couch about him and lies to pleasant dreams." mine was the man who always carried a pocket full of $10 bills for the homeless at his subway stops, who loved our home on the eastern shore because it reminded him of indiana. he'd say, there are lots of cornfields, and they waved to you from their pickup trucks. mine was the man whose garden harvest was so large that the neighbors would draw their curtains when they saw him coming with more cucumbers. >> [laughter] mine was the man who planted his mar