10/12/2000: Back at the Dawn of the Space Age...
    Tonight, I'm going to invite you to join me in a stroll down memory lane to the birthing days of the Space Age. We won't be going back as far as Calvin and Hobbes, but we'll visit a time when space flight was little more than a dim dream, and a gleam in the dreamers' eyes. Perhaps we aren't yet far enough removed in time to appreciate the breathless wonder of putting something up that wouldn't necessarily ever come down. In my day, space flight had seemed absurdly impossible to laymen and engineers alike...
    "Once rockets get into space, what are they gonna' have to push against? Besides, it's so hot up there that anything would just burn up. Besides that, every time anyone tries to make a large rocket, it explodes. And you can't put enough fuel in a rocket to escape from the earth. And how can a rocket go faster than its own exhaust? Besides, who needs it? There's no way the American public is going to pay for a rocket to the moon. What good would it do you if you got there? Nobody's going to want to pay for that kind of foolishness. That's just Buck Rogers tripe. Mark my words, young man, it's never gonna' happen."
    I remember reading one Sunday as a stars-in-his-eyes child in the American Weekly about "Looney Goddard"'s plans to build a New-York-to-San-Francisco rocket plane that could make the trip in one hour. (Actually, that hasn't happened yet.)
    But now, don your spacesuits, strap yourselves into your acceleration couches, say your goodbyes, and prepare to blast off into the faded pa-a-a-a-st.
agnate

    Tonight will, perhaps, be the last night of the Year 2000 Harvest Moon. (The moon will be out for two more weeks before the next new moon, but it will be rising later an later and will enter its gibbous phase.) There will be many full moons in our lives, but only one Harvest Moon per year, with an all-too-limited number of years (until someone is smart enough to figure out how Nature totally rejuvenates old germ cells to produce error-free genomes for her spanking-new zygotes that produce unaged offspring).(See Interested in Aging Slower? How About in Total Rejuvenation and Perpetual Youth? (Ponce de Leon, Move Over!). Aging Breakthrough? Cloning Super-Juvenates Cells, Mitotic Errors Found to Be the Primary Cause of Aging, Could Weird Life Hold Key to Greatly Extended Longevity?, On Living Forever - Interview with Dr. Michael West).
    Thinking this sobering thought, one night in 1985, walking beneath the dreaming moon, I 'ginned up a couple of couplets that go,
    "Sometimes, when I go rambling amid the blaze of noon
        Or when I go a-gamboling beneath a burnished moon,
     Surrounded by life's ecstasies, I count with deep regret,
       How many moons are left to me before my sun must set."

    One excellent website, particularly for children, is the Discovery site.

    Come step aboard a magic carpet, and ride "Dreamtime" across the High Frontier!
condign

10/10/2000:I just finished correcting some errors on the "Ultra-High IQ" page.
    I'm in the process of redesigning this website to make things easier to read and to find. but I'm temporarily on hold. (Great things are being written on the wind these days.)

    The huge glob of material that occupied almost all of this web page has been removed to a "Huge Glob" page. If you run out of reading material on the Internet (chuckle!), you may find this additional material on the "Huge Glob" page, until I have time to finish the Site Map and reorganize it.

10/15/2000: Smart? Single? Looking for a connection?

10/15/2000: Kevin Kearney has just sent us all a warning regarding a new malady called, "Youthful Tendency Disorder

10/15/2000:

AND GOD SAID, "WATCH IT!"

And God said, "Listen, you are not alone.
  I still have other kettles on the flame,
Suns that were bright before yours ever shone,
  Worlds that were old before yours had a name.
And I have children, flesh of my own flesh,
  Who never brought such offerings as these,
Your wars, your Buchenwald, your Bangladesh,
  Your blackened jungles and your dying seas.
I shall not always turn the other cheek
  Nor make excuses for your foolish ways.
What I created in one holy week
  I can destroy in less than seven days.
I never have been happy with this star,
  So watch it!" God said. "You can go too far."

proactive

ABOUT ADAM

10/17/2000

syzygy

        A SONG OF THREES

There were three who swung from the gallows tree
Before the day was done.
One was a murderer, one was a thief,
And one was God's own son.

They stirred a bit in the stirring wind
And the ropes moved to and fro,
While the ravens circled the gallows tree
And the ants lined up below.

Three mothers wept in the trampled grass
Before the day was done—
One for a murderer, one for a thief,
And one for God's own son.

And God from His heaven looked down, looked down,
And wept for each of the three
Who spread their love like winding sheets
Under the gallows tree.

carpe diem

        SENIOR CITIZEN

If no one were looking, I know what I'd do.
I'd run
Faster than anyone, no matter who,
Just for the fun of the thing.
I'd leap over fences and rip through the weeds,
Scattering thistle and sunflower seeds,
Chasing the rabbit and chasing the wind
And racing my shadow.
What fun it would be, With nothing and nobody faster than me.

If no one were listening, no one at all,
I know what I'd do.
I'd shout.
I'd call to the beetle and call to the bird,
To everything scaly or feathered or furred.
Just for the fun of the thing
I 'd shout .

But people would hear me, and people would see.
They would peep through their windows and talk about me.
"She has gone just a little too far," they would say.
"Do you think it is time that we put her away?"

Oh, there isn't a doubt.
They would put me away like a bug in a box
And I'd never, no never, get out.

So I sit on the porch and I look at my shoes
And I wait for my tea and the six o'clock news.

10/19/2000:
Word of the Day:authochthonous

Table I.Summary Description of 12 Children with IQs Above 180

C	S	IQ	Talked	R	Personality, Character	Age
A	M	184-191	10 mos.	3	undemonstrative, absent-minded, obstinate , dominant	86
B	F	188-189	9 mos.	3	socially very adept, good mixer, dominant	88
C	M	180-190	16 mos.	3	unsociable, prig, tactless, exacting	87
D	M	184	8 mos.	1.5	socially adept, no play, chess	D
E	M	187	24 mos.	3	congenial, undemonstrative, no play, private, no hobby	92
F	M	>182	12 mos.	4.5	sociable, severe character flaws	D
G	M	163-192	?	6	sociable, excellent character, exacting	77
H	F	148-189	16 mos.	4.5	sociable, adult among children	77
I	F	184	18 mos.	?	sociable, outstanding supporting traits	71
J	F	200+	?	3	sociable, played, adult among children	71
K	M	178	2	3	loner, exacting	77
L	M	153-199	9 mos.	4	sociable, serious, exacting	73

C  (Column 1) - Letter code for identifying each child.
S  (Column 2) - Sex.
IQ (Column 3) - Range of measured IQs.
Talked (Column 4) - Approximate age at which child spoke first words.
R  (Column 5) - Age at which child learned to read.
Personality, Character (Column 6) - Personality and character traits.
Age (Column 7) - Present age, if still living. ("D" = "Deceased")

    One interesting note: of the 10 children reviewed so far, 3 (Children F, G, and H) had one or more IQ scores that deviated more than 20 points from their other scores. A fourth (Child I) had a score that doesn't appear to me to be consonant with some later achievement scores. (The achievement tests suggest an IQ in the 150 to 170 range.) A fifth child (Child K) also scored a 148 on one of the tests given to him, although two other tests yielded IQs in the 180+ range. And finally L made a 153 on an Otis group test. That makes 5 out of 12 who had one or more anomalous IQ scores that were 20-or-more points removed from their 180+ IQs, plus another whose IQ probably wasn't as high as her one 180+ IQ score indicates. It leaves you wondering how often this happens, and how reliably these children's IQ scores could be measured. And if their IQ scores can sometimes be so far off, it raises a question about how often we might seriously miscalibrate IQs in general. So if you get a low score on an IQ test, don't end it all by jumping off the roof of your Corvette. It may a false alarm. (I once scored 128 on an optional high school test that went to IQ 132. Hey! I know what you're thinking! "How did he score that high?")
    It's interesting to note that nobody needed an IQ test to tell that these kids were super-smart. The IQ testing occurred only after the children had been identified on the basis of their behavior. And they'd have been marked as child geniuses before there were IQ tests. No one needed an IQ test to tell that Gauss was a mental giant. And Dr. Isaac Barrow must have sensed something in Isaac Newton or Dr. Barrow wouldn't have relinquished his Lucasian chair of Mathematics at Cambridge to the downy-cheeked, 22-year-old Newton.

THE REJECTION

I can remember when the world was flat.
It hung mid-center of the universe,
The only world in all of God's creation;
And I, of all His creatures set apart,
Flesh of His flesh and heart of His own heart,
Stood hand in hand, most comfortably, with Him.

Who would have thought so much could change so soon?
I barely noticed when the galaxies
First loomed beyond the ranks of seraphim,
When the great sun became a dying star
Caught in the fringes of the Milky Way.
The world grew round, and God released His hand
And wandered off on errands of His own.
I barely noticed till I stood alone,
But I remcmbcr how I called His name
Thinking He might come back.
He never came.

---

   THE FUGITIVES

Cain killed Abel A long time ago,
Killed him in the pasture
Where the flag lilies grow,
Lured him to the pasture
And struck him with a stone
While the cows stood watching
And the sheep looked on.

God saw Cain
From His window in the sky,
Heard his shout of anger,
Heard his brother's cry;
And God saw Abel,
With the gash across his head,
Lying in the lilies
By the cattle shed.

"Cain," asked God,
"Where can Abel be?"
"Am I my brother's keeper
That you should question me?"
"Cain," said God,
"I have seen him where he lies.
His blood is on your forehead
And the guilt is in your eyes. "

Cain killed Abel
A long time ago.
I too have killed my brother
Where the blue flags grow,
Now Cain and I are fleeing
Through his dark and lonely lands
With the blood upon our foreheads
And our weapons in our hands.

10/21/2000:
    I've expanded the Word-of-the-Day to embrace three levels of commonality. The SAT words are drawn from Barron's SAT I Hot Prospect List.
SAT-Practice Word of the Day:threadbare
Intermediate Word of the Day:taiga
Difficult Word of the Day:saiga

Updated 10-16-2000!Click here for summaries of all12 of Leta Hollingworth's "Children Above 180 IQ"
(See Prior Text for the Table and text that appeared here day before yesterday.)
    A Brief History of Transportation, written in the year 2091 by my great-great-grandson.
3:30 pm CDT - 0/18/2000: You may already have seen this but if not, how about The Four-Question IQ Test? (with thanks to Keith Krebs).

 Just before Halloween, in 1986, alone in my far-flung office in the deepening darkness after everyone else had gone home, I set about writing a Halloween poem. And then it began to write itself! It was like automatic writing, emanating from some sinister source beyond the pale. So you may want to get someone to stay in the room with while you read this, in case something wicked this way comes!Woo!-oo-oo-oo-oo!-oo-oo!-oooo!-oo.......

        NOBODY'S WORRIED

I know of none who say they fear the park,
And people hike the glen when day is bright,
And yet, somehow, it empties after dark,
For Something weird and wicked walks by night.
   It all began six years or so ago.
   (Some say four billion years, when Earth was born.)
   Four campers saw a crashing body slow.
   Then saw a shape that nightmares take, that morn.

So as I say, no neighbors fear the park,
And people ply the glen when day is bright,
And yet, somehow, it empties after dark,
For Something weird and wicked stalks by night.
    A Thing that blithely gobbles down a dog
    And leaves no trace of bone or fur behind,
    A Thing that might be found in brake or bog...
    A Thing that no one really wants to find.

10/22/2000:
SAT-Practice Word of the Day:parsimonious
Intermediate Word of the Day:  hostler
Difficult Word of the Day:nide
 
 

          THE BEACHCOMBERS

We piled our treasures on the beach
Beyond the tumbling water's reach—
Round sand dollars, flecked with foam,
Minted in dim coral caves
For the pockets of sea-kings;
Driftwood, with its honeycomb
Of barnacles stripped clean by waves
And bleached by sun; coquina wings
Colored like dawn and opened wide,
Bright relics of the motley band
Which found its shelter in the sand
Between the tideline and the tide.

We never really hoped to keep
The flood of sunlight and the sweep
Of amber waters for our own.
We never really hoped to stay
The golden currents of the day.
We only gathered what we could
And watched without too much surprise
When twilight crested on the dunes
And summer drowned before our eyes.

10/23/2000:
SAT-Practice Word of the Day:misanthrope
Intermediate Word of the Day: obsequious
Difficult Word of the Day:sagittate

  "I SHALL PRETEND TO BE SLEEPING"

I shall pretend to be sleeping, just for a day or two,
While living is still a habit and death is so strange and new.
Propped on my smooth white pillow under the quilted grass
I shall pretend to be dreaming, hoping the dream will pass.
Maybe a little later, after the roses fade
And the earth begins to settle, I shall not be afraid.
Maybe a little later, I shall be glad to go
Silently into silence, but just for a day or so
I shall be lonely and frightened, waiting for dawn to break,
Pretending that I am sleeping, wishing that I might wake.

10/24/2000:

SAT-Practice Word of the Day: paucity
Intermediate Word of the Day: malapropism
Difficult Word of the Day: kookabura

  AND FINDING NO MOUSE THERE

There was this bit of dry bone on the sand.
The less-than-human skull which once had housed
A less-than-human brain was empty now
And open to the airs. How dead it was!
How polished by the wind and bleached by sun,
Unroofed, unshuttered, stripped and tenantless,
Impersonal as any stick or stone
I might have kicked in passing.
There it lay,
The relic of a summer barely gone,
And there was I, not quite a relic yet,
Peering into the windows of a mouse
And finding no mouse there.
What once had lived Its tiny life and died its tiny death
Beneath the fragile rafters of this room
Had known its last of self.
I sometimes think
(Perhaps because I have a larger skull)
That we are different, the mouse and I,
That something splendid in me will endure;
And then again, sometimes I am not sure
And lift a troubled hand to touch my head,
Still roofed, still shuttered, still inhabited.

   --"And Finding No Mouse There" (Vivian SSmallwood)

10/25/2000:
 In the last few days, three brilliant readers have caught that bumbling doofus, that Jacques Cluseau of the intellocracy, Bob Seitz, in three mistakes, so keep a sharp eye open and see if you can't join this illustrious band of intellects by catching Bob in his next foxy pas. Patrick Wahl gently pointed out that syzygy refers to a situation in which 2 or more celestial bodies lie in conjunction rather than representing the turning points of orbits. That's two mistakes I've made in two days. Thanks, Patrick. I guess this settles it. I'm going to have to break down and use the dictionary. Sic semper hubris. But more seriously, I welcome and appreciate knowing about any errors that you see. I'll gratefully correct them.
SAT-Practice Word of the Day:fitful
Intermediate Word of the Day: apodictic
Difficult Word of the Day:catercousin
 

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 BRIEF ENCOUNTER WITH BLACKBIRD

The blood of dinosaurs is in his veins,
And in my veins the less impressive blood
Of some lean, snuffling cousin of the shrew.
We eye each other prudently across
A dozen bricks and sixty million years.

We have not always shared a patio,
A trellis and a square of morning sun,
Nor do we share them easily today,
For in a dusty crevice of my mind
I store the recollection of an age
When dragons roamed unhindered through the world;
And somewhere in his small, uncluttered brain
Is locked an ancient memory of one
Who darted from the shadows of the trees
And raised a cunning paw to fling a stone.

10/26/2000:

   See Jo-Anne Sullivan's outstanding set of worldwide webcams. .See what's going on in Times Square right now(live webcam) Seelive video (with sound)from thenortheast corner of 46th Street and 7th Avenue.
SAT-Practice Word of the Day:obdurate
Intermediate Word of the Day: adumbrate
Difficult Word of the Day:nimiety

    BRIEF HISTORY

After the first impossible event
Nothing would be impossible again.
After the first cell, frail and parentless,
Stirred into being on the shallow wave
There would be other cells, divergent ones,
Splitting and multiplying, taking shape,
Until the tepid waters swarmed with life.

After the cell, the seaweed and the worm,
The slow crustacean and the quick-finned fish,
A thousand thousand kinds of living things
Evolving through a million million years.
And some of these would venture to the shore,
Crossing the beaches, clinging to the rocks,
Mating beneath a huge, primeval sun
And scooping out their nests among the stones.

Earth would yield slowly, but the earth would yield.
After the seaweed there would be the fern,
Rough-veined and sticky, bearing in its spores
A prophecy of leaf and stem and flower.
After the scaly fish, the feathered bird
And armored reptile and the hairy shrew,
And written in the very bones of these
The promise of a creature yet to come.
In the vast womb of time the embryo
Of thinking man would struggle toward his birth.

Nothing would be impossible again,
Language nor laughter, love nor hate nor war.
There would be paintings in the caves of France
And temples on the seven hills of Rome.
There would be cities linking coast to coast,
Air-ways and sea-ways linking pole to pole,
And someday even a narrow passageway
Between the shrinking planet and the moon.

There will be other afters after this,
Perhaps a final after.
Even now Bewildered man, pressed back against his wall,
Outraged and threatened by his brother man,
Ponders the weapon which he fears to use,
And even as he ponders, picks it up
And puts it down and picks it up again.

10/27/2000:
SAT-Practice Word of the Day:abate
Intermediate Word of the Day: egregious
Difficult Word of the Day:altricial

 Miraca Gross' Book "Exceptionally Gifted Children"
   "Some interesting facts: I've been reviewing Miraca Gross' "Exceptionally Gifted Children", looking for indications concerning whether or not today's children are more, and more-often precocious than yesterday's children. Miraca Gross' 1993 book profiles 15 Australian children with IQs above 160, including 4 with ratio IQs of 200 or above. (One would expect to find 500 children with ratio IQs of 160 or above for every child with a ratio IQ of 200 or above.) The median age at which these children with ratio IQs above 160 started to read was 2 years, 7 months, compared with a median age of a little more than 3 years for Leta Hollingworth's children above 180 IQ. The book also mentions that only 43% of the (1921) Terman children with IQs above 170 started to read before they were 5 and that only 13% of them began reading before they were 4. This would be consistent with the idea that real intelligence is rising because of the Flynn Effect, although it is far from a confirmation of this proposition. One of the children learned to read by watching Sesame Street. Sesame Street wasn't around in 1921. In other words, the educational climate might have been more conducive to early reading in 1985 than it was in 1921. Although all of these children were tested using the Stanford Binet, it isn't clear to me just which version of the S. B. Dr. Gross used to derive her IQ scores for her 15 children. Also, Dr. Gross applied certain requirements regarding the definition of what constitutes reading that might have been more stringent than Dr. Hollingworth's standards. So although these results are tantalizing, I personally must consider them to be suggestive but far from conclusive."

        RESURRECTION OF A POET

Heaven flared up
Like a candle lit
And there I stood
In the heart of it.

There in the heart
Of a clean, bright flame
I heard a voice
And it spoke my name.

I looked to the left
And I looked to the right
And I saw God's saints
All robed in white.

From left to right
And all around
His white-robed saints
Looked back and frowned.

At me and my shirt
That was wild as sin,
And my crazy boots
With the soles danced thin.

Beyond their faces
I saw a Face
And I wanted to flee
From that holy place.

But clear as the sound
Of a silver chime,
I heard my name
For the second time.

I heard my name,
And the voice said, "Stay,"
And the saints moved back
To clear the way

When the Son of God
Left His golden throne
To welcome me
As His very own

"Come in, come in!
There is nothing here
That a wandering bard
From earth should fear.

"I was a mortal
Once like you,
A vagabond
And an outcast too.

"I took my chances,
I cut my loss
And I died at last
On a common cross.

"But I went to a wedding,
I went to a feast,
And I was a poet
As well as a priest."

He clasped my hand
And the saints closed in
And took my measure
From head to chin.

They gave me wings
Of the finest down
And fitted my head
With a jeweled crown.

They brushed away
At the dust and dirt,
But I kept my boots,
And I kept my shirt,

And I kept the songs
I had brought with me
From the misty mountains
Of Tennessee.

10/28/2000:
SAT-Practice Word of the Day:elicit
Intermediate Word of the Day: handsel
Difficult Word of the Day:hebdomadal

       THE RUNNERS

We run because we have no place to hide.
An alien race will know we watched the clock
And measured off the miles and gasped and died.
All this will be recorded in the rock.
Tick tock, click clack,
Scurry, scurry, scurry!
"What were they rushing to or rushing from?
Why did they hurry so?"
Perhaps we dare not pause to look behind;
Perhaps we dare not pause to look ahead.
Abel is dead, and God is not deceived.
We run because we have no place to hide.

10/29/2000:
SAT-Practice Word of the Day:recant
Intermediate Word of the Day: moiety
Difficult Word of the Day:shadenfreude

CAVE WOMAN

If some day you should dig among the stones
That lose their edges by an inland sea,
And bring to light these poor, untidy bones,
All that is left of this most mortal me,
Though you should weigh and measure what you find,
And figure out my size and guess my years,
You will not know the workings of my mind,
You will not know that I had hopes and fears.
Nor will you know that even when the ice
Came to the valley, and the world grew numb,
When people died for lack of nuts and rice,
And game moved out, and summer would not come,
I found a blackened flower in the snow
And brought it home and tried to make it grow.

10/30/2000:
SAT-Practice Word of the Day:recant
Intermediate Word of the Day: oblation
Difficult Word of the Day:corban

THE RUNNERS

We run because we have no place to hide.
An alien race will know we watched the clock
And measured off the miles and gasped and died.
All this will be recorded in the rock.
Tick tock, click clack,
Scurry, scurry, scurry!
"What were they rushing to or rushing from?
Why did they hurry so?"
Perhaps we dare not pause to look behind;
Perhaps we dare not pause to look ahead.
Abel is dead, and God is not deceived.
We run because we have no place to hide.

10/30/2000:

SAT-Practice Word of the Day:surreptitious
Intermediate Word of the Day: thaumaturgy
Difficult Word of the Day:corban
 

Paul is a fifth-year medical student (in a six-year program) at the University of Southampton. Paul is specializing in neurology (and particularly, I believe, in the brain). Paul is a Megan--a member of the Mega... one-in-a-million-and-up... Society, corresponding to a deviation IQ of 176+, or a childhood ratio IQ of ~200+. To put this in perspective, out of the 12 children with IQ's above 180 that Leta Hollinsworth scoured out of the NYC school population over a 22-year period, she found only one child--Child "J"--with a ratio IQ of 200+. Similarly, out of all the Quiz Kids, at ages between 6 and teenage, from 1940 to 1952, there was only one (Ruth Duskin) with a ratio IQ of 200+. Drawing upon a large fraction of the 1980's population of Australia, Miraca Gross found 3 children with IQs at the 200 or 200+ level. While children often rank a little lower as adults than their highest childhood IQ scores would indicate (because of mental "growth spurts"), Paul has earned this title as an adult.
   Here are a few links to other Mega Society members' websites (as a finger in the dike until I can set up a better "Interesting Links" page.)
Art Kantrowitz
Art Kantrowitz' Cat, "Nash"
Chris Langan
Dr. Benoit Desjardins
Dr. Robert Dick
Dr. Solomon Golomb
Greg Trayling
Jim Ferry
Steve Schuessler

   Here is a discussion of global warming that I just posted to the Ultranet, including some back-of-the-envelope estimations of planetary temperatures

              NOBODY WALKS TOO SOFTLY

Nobody walks too softly through the swamp;
Nobody wants to find what might be found.
The shyest lovers raise their voices here
To advertise their presence on the path,
The boldest schoolboy whistles over-loud,
And something slips like shadow from the log
Or stirs like wind among the flags and ferns,
Something—not frog nor fawn nor dappled snake—
That fades into the reeds without a sound,
That sees and is not willing to be seen.

Grendel is dead. Pan's evil yellow eyes
Narrowed to nothingness long years ago.
The Nissi's cold white fingers dropped their spell.
But God knows what still rises from the pond
And shakes the fetid water from its thighs
To stretch its bones beneath the jimson weed.
God knows what answers when the bobcat cries.
Nobody wants to take it by surprise.

10/31/2000:
SAT-Practice Word of the Day:falter
Intermediate Word of the Day: a jot or a tittle
Difficult Word of the Day:ort

Four HalloweenStories!

AT OLDUVAI GORGE

11/03/2000:
SAT-Practice Word of the Day:hackneyed
Intermediate Word of the Day:immure
Difficult Word of the Day:bolus

 
THE PARTICIPANT

I am a part of something big.
Dust that is now my dust was blown
Through the corridors of the pyramids
Before the final stone was placed.
My blood has raced with the Amazon
And surged in the tides of the Yellow Sea.
My bones were sketched when the world was new
And etched on the ocean floor
Everything everywhere touches me.
The smallest beetle is my affair,
And the oldest man, and the youngest child.
When pink flamingos feed at dawn
In the shrinking marshes of Bangladesh
I too am fed. When the polar bear
Claws at the bullet in her flesh,
And her young ones crouch in the growing chill,
I am not quite what I used to be,
I am less than I was before.
Just where I stand in the grand design
Whatever the grand design may be,
I do not know and I cannot guess,
But I give and take with a careful hand,
And I watch the world with an anxious eye,
For I share in the life of all who live
And the death of all who die.

    NIGHT WATCHMAN

I have no plan to wait around for death.
Death, when he finds my door,
Will have to call not once but three times over.
I shall be somewhere doing something else—
Inspecting daisies, maybe, on a hill,
Or combing through the weeds or counting stars
Or herding midges down a country lane.

These are important projects, after all,
Not lightly taken up nor laid aside.
Somebody has to keep an eye on things.

Who knows what petty thief is on the prowl,
Snatching a daisy here, a daisy there,
Or pilfering along the Milky Way?
Who knows what rascal wind assails the wing,
What alien armies infiltrate the grass?

In such a crazy, mixed-up world as this
Somebody needs to watch what's going on.

Death has his job to do, but I have mine.
He keeps commitments, but I keep mine too,
And one of us will have to yield a bit.
I come of stubborn stock
And may not heed his first nor second call.
Indeed, I may not answer him at all.

SAT-Practice Word of the Day: debunk
Intermediate Word of the Day: heuristic
Difficult Word of the Day: illative

JAMIE DHU

When Jamie Dhu went fishing
The grass was showing green,
And down below the levee
He met the fairy queen.
Her skin was white as marble,
Her hair was bright as gold,
But her eyes were flecked with silver
And pitiless and cold.

The next time he went fishing
The grass-tops reached his knees,
And the fairy queen was watching
From a clump of willow trees.
Her skin was warm as coral,
Her hair was all aflame,
But her eyes were cool as silver
When she called him by his name.

Now Jamie Dhu goes fishing
And the levee grass has thinned.
The fairy queen is waiting
Where the willows catch the wind.
Her skin is smooth as velvet,
Her hair is soft as down,
But her eyes are pools of silver
Where a fisherman could drown.

He may struggle for his footing,
He may clutch at rock and reed,
But the fairy queen is smiling
Where the tall grass goes to seed,
And her eyes are flecked with silver
And pitiless indeed.

                  SPACE PROBE

Hey, you out there!
You of whatever shape, whatever size,
With something that takes the place of hands and eyes,
Not hands and eyes at all—hey, you out there,
Are you looking for me?

Do you climb your highest hill and search the skies
For a hint that somebody somewhere lives and moves
And thinks brave thoughts and dies?
Do you shout at night
Through the infinite loneliness?
"Halloo! Halloo!"
Well, here I am, at the edge of the Milky Way,
Groping among the stars and shouting too.

        ELIZABETH AND THE CHANGELING

Elizabeth sang as she made the bed,
She sang as she swept the floor.
"Now surely mine is the finest child
That ever a woman bore.
His eyes are as blue as the Devon skies,
His hair is the color of grain,
And his skin is as fair as the hedgerow blooms
After an April rain."

The goblin crouched with her own dark imp
Under the prickly furze.
"The woman will boast a little less
If I swap my child for hers!"
She slipped like dusk through the cottage door,
She crept to the trundle bed,
And she stole Elizabeth's first-born son
And left her own instead

The changeling croaked like a little frog
When he found himself alone.
Elizabeth took him to her breast
And nursed him like her own.
"He is a wee thing, after all,
And he clamors to be fed.
May she who left her child with me
Give breast to mine," she said.

The goblin crouched with Elizabeth's babe
Under the prickly furze.
"The woman nurses my little elf
As tenderly as hers!"
She crept like dawn through the cottage door,
She stooped at the trundle bed,
And she put the fair-haired baby back
And took her own instead.

The sunlight lay on the Devon fields,
And the hedgerow swarmed with bees.
Elizabeth sat by the kitchen fire
With her first-born on her knees.
"Now surely this is a happier day
Than ever I knew before."
And the goblin watched from the prickly furze
But never came through the door.

             MOON WALK

How can we say that nothing was there,
That nothing stirred at the crater's rim
And saw us climb from our tilted LEM?
How can we know that we walked alone?
Maybe something not made like us,
Something not flesh and blood and bone,
Shimmered over the shimmering sand
Or burrowed under the silent stone.
Maybe something was well aware
That strangers falling from outer space
Had violated its holy place.

Nothing was there which we could name,
Nothing except the rocks and rilles,
The dusty valleys and dusty hills.
We saw no more than we came to see,
We found no more than we hoped to find,
But how can we know what raced ahead,
How can we know what lagged behind?
How can we of the cool, green earth
Know what the moon might bring to birth?
Nothing was there which we could name,
But something was watching, just the same.

SAT-Practice Word of the Day: falter
Intermediate Word of the Day: litotes
Difficult Word of the Day: apolaustic

       MOON MOTHER SPEAKS TO HER CHILD

You may come out now. They have gone away
And all the lovely moon is ours once more.
The rocks hold fast, the mountain ridges stay,
The hills are fastened to the valley floor,
And once again the sky is black and bare.
The wandering star has gone the way it came
And those who almost tracked us to our lair
Have vanished with the dust storm and the flame.
Time drifts toward time, unshaken, unreproved.
You need not fear the scratches on the stone,
The furrows in the sand, where shadows moved
Faster than any shadows we have known.
A thousand thousand years will leave small trace
Of those who once profaned our holy place.

                 THE REUNION

So here we are, the two of us, the two of us alone.
We share a common plot of earth, we share a common stone.The worm that grazes near my door has double pasture now,The beetle digging overhead has twice the land to plow.
We lie upon our narrow cots, apart and yet so near,
If I should knock against my wall I think that you would hear.
If you should sigh or call my name beneath the bitterweed,
Though I grow fond of quietness I think that I would heed,
Because we once lay flesh to flesh, who now lie one and one,Beneath a firmament of grass, beneath a granite sun.

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  VOYAGER ONE

From brash beginnings—from the derring-do
Of the first gasping fish that left the seas,
The desperate bravado of the shrew
Who ventured to the fields beyond the trees,
From courage born of peril and despair
That brought the shabby creature to his feet,
The stubbornness that kept him standing there
Armed with a stone but ready for retreat—
From such beginnings, overreaching still,
He walks the moon and stirs the dust of Mars
And sends across the vast galactic hill
His first audacious message to the stars
Stranger in space, wherever you may be,
My name is Adam. Take a look at me.