Weekend Words: Cloud

Newsweek reported this week that the use of the Cloud has grown so much in recent years that "according to Greenpeace, if this ‘collective cloud’ were a single country, it would rank sixth in the world, in terms of energy consumption, behind only Russia, India, Japan, the U.S. and China, in that ord

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Théo van Rysselberghe, “Heavy Clouds, Christiania Fjord” (1893), oil on canvas, 51 x 63 cm. Museum of Art, Indianapolis. (image via Web Gallery of Art)

Newsweek reported this week that the use of the Cloud has grown so much in recent years that “according to Greenpeace, if this ‘collective cloud’ were a single country, it would rank sixth in the world, in terms of energy consumption, behind only Russia, India, Japan, the U.S. and China, in that order.”

“My mother groan’d! my father wept.
Into the dangerous world I leapt:
Helpless, naked, piping loud;
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.”

—William Blake, “Infant Sorrow”
“Human society is based on want. Life is based on want. Wild-eyed visionaries may dream of a world without need. Cloud-cuckoo-land. It can’t be done.”

—H. G. Wells
“Let the dream go. Are there not other dreams
In vastness of clouds hid from thy sight
That yet shall gild with beautiful gold gleams,
And shoot the shadows through and through with light?
What matters one lost vision of the night?”

—Ella Wheeler Wilcox, “Let Them Go”
“The white mares of the moon rush along the sky
Beating their golden hoofs upon the glass heavens;
The white mares of the moon are all standing on their hind legs
Pawing at the green porcelain doors of the remote heavens
Fly, Mares!
Strain your utmost
Scatter the milky dust of stars,
Or the tiger sun will leap upon you and destroy you
With one lick of his vermilion tongue.”

—Amy Lowell, “Night Clouds”
“Hey, you, get off of my cloud
Hey, you, get off of my cloud
Don’t hang around ’cause two’s a crowd
On my cloud baby”

—Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, “Get Off of My Cloud”
“The poet is like the prince of clouds
Who haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer;
Exiled on the ground in the midst of jeers,
His giant wings prevent him from walking.”

—Charles Baudelaire, “L’Albatros”
“Every time it rains, it rains
Pennies from Heaven.
Don’t you know each cloud contains
Pennies from Heaven?”

—Johnny Burke, “Pennies from Heaven”