Ray Bradbury Quote
If Only We Had Taller BeenThe fence we walked between the yearsDid bounce us serene.It was a place half in the sky whereIn the green of leaf and promising of peachWe'd reach our hands to touch and almost touch the sky,If we could reach and touch, we said, 'Twould teach us, not to ,never to, be dead.We ached and almost touched that stuff;Our reach was never quite enough.If only we had taller been,And touched God's cuff, His hem,We would not have to go with themWho've gone before,Who, short as us, stood tall as they could standAnd hoped by stretching, tall, that they might keep their land,Their home, their hearth, their flesh and soul.But they, like us, were standing in a hole.O, Thomas, will a Race one day stand really tallAcross the Void, across the Universe and all?And, measured out with rocket fire,At last put Adam's finger forthAs on the Sistene Ceiling,And God's hand come down the other wayTo measure man and find him Good,And Gift him with Forever's Day?I work for that.Short man, Large dream, I send my rockets forthbetween my ears,Hoping an inch of Good is worth a pound of years.Aching to hear a voice cry back along the universal Mall:
If Only We Had Taller BeenThe fence we walked between the yearsDid bounce us serene.It was a place half in the sky whereIn the green of leaf and promising of peachWe'd reach our hands to touch and almost touch the sky,If we could reach and touch, we said, 'Twould teach us, not to ,never to, be dead.We ached and almost touched that stuff;Our reach was never quite enough.If only we had taller been,And touched God's cuff, His hem,We would not have to go with themWho've gone before,Who, short as us, stood tall as they could standAnd hoped by stretching, tall, that they might keep their land,Their home, their hearth, their flesh and soul.But they, like us, were standing in a hole.O, Thomas, will a Race one day stand really tallAcross the Void, across the Universe and all?And, measured out with rocket fire,At last put Adam's finger forthAs on the Sistene Ceiling,And God's hand come down the other wayTo measure man and find him Good,And Gift him with Forever's Day?I work for that.Short man, Large dream, I send my rockets forthbetween my ears,Hoping an inch of Good is worth a pound of years.Aching to hear a voice cry back along the universal Mall: