Of furry you, poised fleetingly, bright flex,īlack reflex, too leaping for me to ink and fixĪs period to end what has no period, no, no Of mine or mind denies the ante-cerebellum fact To the invisible phrase, the dangling Omega! No use. "In Common" in Starlanes #14 (April 1954) re-published in Pearls From Peoria (2006).The tender alcoves built by love at night. Yet I, too, must each dusk renew my heart,
Will crumble, and Beauty escape the rusting cage. "Beauty in This Iron Age" in Starlanes #11 (Fall 1953) re-published in Pearls From Peoria (2006).Of selfishness and lust have stained our days. To blast the sight of modern men whose dyes In Phoenix-fashion, and to shine with rays On whose gray surface runes are traced by a Norn "The Pterodactyl" in Sky Hook #16, (Winter 1952-53) re-published in Pearls From Peoria (2006).Through abstract mists and raid the sea of factĮat rich strange fish, grow long bright feathers, pressįorm's flesh around thought's rib, and so deriveįrom the act of beauty, beauty of the act. The ellipsis represents elision of one paragraph of description. Sail On! Sail On! Originally published in the December 1952 issue of Startling Stories reprinted in Harry Harrison (ed.), SF: Author’s Choice, (1968), p.Actually speaking, you may put only as many as there is room for. Philosophically speaking, you may put as many angels on a pinhead as you want to. “Perhaps you could tell me how many angels may stand on the point of a pin?”…ĭe Salcedo snorted."Imagination" in America Sings (1949) re-published in Pearls From Peoria (2006).The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest. I, too, must each dusk renew my heart, For daytime's vulture talons tear apart The tender alcoves built by love at night. Beauty in this Iron Age must turn From fluid living rainbow shapes to torn And sootened fragments. Eat rich strange fish, grow long bright feathers, press Form's flesh around thought's rib, and so derive From the act of beauty, beauty of the act. Quotes Here and Now are needles which Sew a pattern black as pitch, Waiting for the rocket's light. 1.3.1 To Your Scattered Bodies Go (1971).
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