engulf the whole earth, gaze westward at Venus, hazily thinking
how, in Time’s future, the people in cities clustering
our dying ice cap
will yearn from a myriad housetops
toward that silver embodiment
of green woods, and the lost, unforgettable seas.
–Loren Eiseley from “Star Cycles,” in All the Night Wings (first published in Southwest Review in 1931)
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