Without the cry of "Progress is our most important product", where would we be?
Still, the time to lay about, to think, perchance to dream, is not to science born, and so absorbs only scorn, while the shadows sink, and a vision appears.
These kinds of thoughts have been at the fore of my own thinking for most of this year. Poe's poem is new to me but I'm pleased that my own poetry is traveling in the same direction. Here's "Stars" which I wrote earlier this year: https://chieflylyrical.substack.com/p/stars
Without the cry of "Progress is our most important product", where would we be?
Still, the time to lay about, to think, perchance to dream, is not to science born, and so absorbs only scorn, while the shadows sink, and a vision appears.
These kinds of thoughts have been at the fore of my own thinking for most of this year. Poe's poem is new to me but I'm pleased that my own poetry is traveling in the same direction. Here's "Stars" which I wrote earlier this year: https://chieflylyrical.substack.com/p/stars