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When Elephants Last in the Dooryard Bloomed
Ray Douglas Bradbury
Ray Bradbury’s first ever poetry collection, available in ebook for the first time.Carried into strange and enticing realms by his fantastic stories, the multitudes of his admirers have never doubted that the author of Dandelion Wine, The Martian Chronicles, and other uniquely imaginative works of short and long fiction is a poet. But, even so, the intensity of feeling, the imaginative range, the variety of subject and style in this, Ray Bradbury’s first collection of poems, amaze.In ‘Remembrance’, the poet experiences a piercing gratitude when he roots out of a squirrel’s hole a long-forgotten message addressed, when he was twelve, to his later self. In ‘Old Mars, Then Be a Hearth to Us,’ the master of science fiction carries us closer to that glowing planet. In ‘Emily Dickinson, Where Are You? Herman Melville Called Your Name Last Night in His Sleep!’ the literary fantasist delights us with his romantic imagination. Lose yourself in the delights of science fiction’s master storyteller.
WHEN ELEPHANTS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOMED
Ray Bradbury
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Dedication (#ulink_60a72eb8-a5f6-541e-ae28-0ac69cbf6b9a)
THIS ONE TO THE MEMORY OF
my grandmother Minnie Davis Bradbury and my grandfather Samuel Hinkston Bradbury, and my brother Samuel and my sister Elizabeth Jane, long lost in the years but now remembered.
Table of Contents
Cover (#ud150df78-373e-5ef6-84b0-82d0b743aff9)
Title Page (#u5c54d855-7821-5881-9737-66909aaeb474)
Copyright (#ulink_1d187da3-83ab-5cad-8f88-56496cec8f43)
Dedication (#ulink_63248f95-556a-5a2d-adcf-9a3172dda23c)
Remembrance (#ulink_f60288fc-b33a-59a4-94b2-eac738af4e76)
Pretend at Being Blind, Which Calls Truth Near (#ulink_5e20ec09-4d17-5c1f-9ddf-808df0eaf1b8)
The Boys Across the Street Are Driving My Young Daughter Mad (#ulink_d0567d92-3dd3-572c-9a7a-a94eca21011e)
Old Ahab’s Friend, and Friend to Noah, Speaks His Piece (#ulink_85deded9-de68-59f0-a7e3-b8a264fbc754)
When Elephants Last in the Dooryard Bloomed (#ulink_e7ea2966-637c-5542-a4a6-e7c2be2c26c8)
Darwin, the Curious (#ulink_a76a0b5b-b558-5ab2-9f0e-a2cb799fc832)
Darwin, in the Fields (#ulink_dfba17bd-0a05-57eb-9e48-9cd6a327a5fa)
Darwin, Wandering Home at Dawn (#ulink_9b10630b-0e50-5199-a8dc-dd2a016a8ff3)
Evidence (#ulink_8d6dc2de-3f31-5a04-8220-672ce2cc3d92)
Telling Where the Sweet Gums Are (#ulink_7ad62ee3-83b5-505e-8bc3-8e40eeef4130)
Emily Dickinson, Where Are You? Herman Melville Called Your Name Last Night in His Sleep! (#ulink_4205c289-092c-5a1b-9aee-dd8aa42212d4)
O Give a Fig for Newton, Praise for Him! (#litres_trial_promo)
I Was the Last, the Very Last (#litres_trial_promo)
Man Is the Animal That Cries (#litres_trial_promo)
N (#litres_trial_promo)
Air to Lavoisier (#litres_trial_promo)
Women Know Themselves; All Men Wonder (#litres_trial_promo)
Death in Mexico (#litres_trial_promo)
All Flesh Is One; What Matter Scores? (#litres_trial_promo)
The Machines, Beyond Shylock (#litres_trial_promo)
That Beast upon the Wire (#litres_trial_promo)
Christ, Old Student in a New School (#litres_trial_promo)
This Time of Kites (#litres_trial_promo)
If You Will Wait Just Long Enough, All Goes (#litres_trial_promo)
For a Daughter, Traveling (#litres_trial_promo)
Old Mars, Then Be a Hearth to Us (#litres_trial_promo)
The Thing That Goes By Night: The Self That Lazes Sun (#litres_trial_promo)
Groon (#litres_trial_promo)
That Woman on the Lawn (#litres_trial_promo)
A Train Station Sign Viewed from an Ancient Locomotive Passing Through Long after Midnight (#litres_trial_promo)
Please to Remember the Fifth of November: A Birthday Poem for Susan Marguerite (#litres_trial_promo)
That Is Our Eden’s Spring, Once Promised (#litres_trial_promo)
The Fathers and Sons Banquet (#litres_trial_promo)
Touch Your Solitude to Mine (#litres_trial_promo)
God Is a Child; Put Toys in the Tomb (#litres_trial_promo)
Ode to Electric Ben (#litres_trial_promo)
Some Live like Lazarus (#litres_trial_promo)
These Unsparked Flints, These Uncut Gravestone Brides (#litres_trial_promo)
And This Did Dante Do (#litres_trial_promo)
You Can Go Home Again (#litres_trial_promo)
And Dark Our Celebration Was (#litres_trial_promo)
Mrs. Harriet Hadden Atwood, Who Played the Piano for Thomas A. Edison for the World’s First Phonograph Record, Is Dead at 105 (#litres_trial_promo)
What Seems a Balm Is Salt to Ancient Wounds (#litres_trial_promo)
Here All Beautifully Collides (#litres_trial_promo)
God for a Chimney Sweep (#litres_trial_promo)
To Prove That Cowards Do Speak Best and True and Well (#litres_trial_promo)
I, Tom, and My Electric Gran (#litres_trial_promo)
Boys Are Always Running Somewhere (#litres_trial_promo)
O to Be a Boy in a Belfry (#litres_trial_promo)
If I Were Epitaph (#litres_trial_promo)
If Only We Had Taller Been (#litres_trial_promo)
Keep Reading (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Also by the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Remembrance (#ulink_ca0c123e-1b71-500d-8285-c70be1aca998)
And this is where we went, I thought,
Now here, now there, upon the grass
Some forty years ago.
I had returned and walked along the streets
And saw the house where I was born
And grown and had my endless days.
The days being short now, simply I had come
To gaze and look and stare upon
The thought of that once endless maze of afternoons.
But most of all I wished to find the places where I ran
As dogs do run before or after boys,
The paths put down by Indians or brothers wise and swift
Pretending at a tribe.
I came to the ravine.
I half slid down the path
A man with graying hair but seeming supple thoughts
And saw the place was empty.
Fools! I thought. O, boys of this new year,
Why don’t you know the Abyss waits you here?
