One of my favorite poets, Robert Service, ranges from the absurd to the sublime in his work. This one encapsulates the human longing for the new frontiers, wherever they may be. I have been privileged to spend time in Alaska, in the land where he wrote most yearningly about, and so his work resonates to my bones. This poem, this one speaks into my writing, science fiction tales of mankind taking to the stars. We look, always, for the Land of Beyond.
The Land Of Beyond
Have ever you heard of the Land of Beyond,
That dreams at the gates of the day?
Alluring it lies at the skirts of the skies,
And ever so far away;
Alluring it calls: O ye the yoke galls,
And ye of the trail overfond,
With saddle and pack, by paddle and track,
Let's go to the Land of Beyond!
Have ever you stood where the silences brood,
And vast the horizons begin,
At the dawn of the day to behold far away
The goal you would strive for and win?
Yet ah! in the night when you gain to the height,
With the vast pool of heaven star-spawned,
Afar and agleam, like a valley of dream,
Still mocks you a Land of Beyond.
Thank God! there is always a Land of Beyond
For us who are true to the trail;
A vision to seek, a beckoning peak,
A farness that never will fail;
A pride in our soul that mocks at a goal,
A manhood that irks at a bond,
And try how we will, unattainable still,
Behold it, our Land of Beyond!
And another ... from one that stands out to me, especially as I've aged:
"Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity"
Eliot