So this is utopia,
Is it? Well -
I beg your pardon;
I thought it was Hell

- Max Beerbohm

Rainbow's End

When we see a rainbow
We count colors
I think not
But when rainbows appear
I feel that says a lot
When love comes our way
Do we know that it will last
It's probably that rainbow
I spoke of with it's colors cast
Love does that to you now and again
If it's true love
That rainbow is just around the bend
And that love you find
Will be your rainbow to the end

- Robert Emmett Tansey


Man, introverted man, having crossed
In passage and but a little with the nature of things this
latter century
Has begot giants; but being taken up
Like a maniac with self-love and inward conflicts can-
not manage his hybrids.
Being used to deal with edgeless dreams,
Now he's bred knives on nature turns them also inward:
they have thirsty points though.
His mind forebodes his own destruction;
Actaeon who saw the goddess naked among leaves and
his hounds tore him.
A little knowledge, a pebble from a shingle,
A drop from the oceans: who would have dreamed this
infinitely little too much?

- Robinson Jeffers


Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work--
I am the grass; I cover all.

And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?

I am the grass.
Let me work.

- Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)