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The End of Science Fiction

© Paul Eluard

This is not fantasy, this is our life.

We are the characters

The Tables Turned

© André Breton

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?

from Dante Études, Book One: We Will Endeavor

© Robert Duncan

“We will endeavor,
the word aiding us from Heaven,
to be of service
to the vernacular speech”

Men Say They Know Many Things

© Henry David Thoreau

Men say they know many things;
But lo! they have taken wings, —
The arts and sciences,
And a thousand appliances;
The wind that blows
Is all that any body knows.

What then remains? Must I, in slow decline,
To mute inglorious ease old age resign?
Or, bold ambition kindling in my breast,
Attempt some arduous task? Or, were it best,
Brooding o'er lexicons to pass the day,
And in that labour drudge my life away?

Written For My Son, And Spoken By Him, At A public Examination For Victors.

© Mary Barber

Boys of a brutal, cruel Disposition,
Should go to Spain, to serve the Inquisition.
O what a Change in Landlords would appear!
Next Age, not one would rack his Tenants here.

An Essay on Criticism: Part 2

© Alexander Pope

Thus critics, of less judgment than caprice,
Curious not knowing, not exact but nice,
Form short ideas; and offend in arts
(As most in manners) by a love to parts.

The Pleasures of Hope: Part 1

© Thomas Campbell

At summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow

Spans with bright arch the glittering bills below,

Paradise Lost: Book IX

© Patrick Kavanagh

So gloz'd the Tempter, and his proem tun'd.
Into the heart of Eve his words made way,
Though at the voice much marvelling; at length,
Not unamaz'd, she thus in answer spake:

Consecration

© Peter McArthur

IT is no bondage to be free to give

Our all to Him who first so freely gave,

The American Way

© Gregory Corso

I am a great American
I am almost nationalistic about it!
I love America like a madness!
But I am afraid to return to America
I’m even afraid to go into the American Express—

The Foot-Path

© James Russell Lowell

It mounts athwart the windy hill
Through sallow slopes of upland bare,
And Fancy climbs with foot-fall still
Its narrowing curves that end in air.

The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The Second

© Mark Akenside

Till all its orbs and all its worlds of fire
Be loosen'd from their seats; yet still serene,
The unconquer'd mind looks down upon the wreck;
And ever stronger as the storms advance,
Firm through the closing ruin holds his way,
Where nature calls him to the destin'd goal.

An Essay on Criticism: Part 1

© Alexander Pope

But you who seek to give and merit fame,
And justly bear a critic's noble name,
Be sure your self and your own reach to know,
How far your genius, taste, and learning go;
Launch not beyond your depth, but be discreet,
And mark that point where sense and dulness meet.

Poems, Chiefly Scientific

© Eli Siegel

1. To Settle As Chalk
Blankness and thickness
Took a walk;
And while walking decided

A Valediction of the Book

© John Donne

I’ll tell thee now (dear Love) what thou shalt do

To anger destiny, as she doth us,

Man in Space

All you have to do is listen to the way a man
sometimes talks to his wife at a table of people
and notice how intent he is on making his point
even though her lower lip is beginning to quiver,