Gene Wilder was and always will be *my* Willy Wonka. RIP Mr. Wilder, and thank you for your lovely contribution to us all. 💜
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of the dreams;
Wandering by lonely sea breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers
On whom the pale moon gleams,
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world’s great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire’s glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown,
And three with a new song’s measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing
And Babel itself with our mirth.
And o’erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world’s worth –
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or a new one, coming to birth.
– “Ode”, Arthur O’Shaughnessy
Cadence Poetica 