A Little Further
Berton Braley
The reason I never can quit the road
Is a reason that’s plain and clear.
It’s because no matter where I may stop
And whether it’s far or near
Ther’s a place beyond the place I am,
Wherever I may be at,
And then beyond is a place beyond
And the world beyond all that!
And as long as a man has eyes to see
And a brain that wants to know,
I figure ther’s things he’s bound to miss
If he doesn’t go on and go;
For there’s always a place beyond the place
I happen to hang my hat,
And another place beyond that place
And the world beyond all that!
There’s some folks stay in a single spot
Or a town of which they’re fond,
And never worry a little bit
At the thought of a place beyond;
But the place beyond the place beyond
Won’t never let me rest
For there’s a sort of a kind of urge
That’s burnin’ within my breast—
To go an’ go till the end of life,
An’ when I’ve left it flat,
Go on beyond the place beyond;
And the universe after that!
Berton Braley (1882–1966) was an American poet.
The Flying Dutchman
Edwin Arlington Robinson
Unyielding in the pride of his defiance,
Afloat with none to serve or to command,
Lord of himself at last, and all by Science,
He seeks the Vanished Land.
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