"Like the stench and smudge of the old dump-heap

Of Norwalk, Connecticut, the residue

Of my dream remains, but I make no

Sense of even the fragments. They are nothing

More significant than busted iceboxes and stinking mattresses

Of Norwalk, and other such human trash from which

Smudge rose by day, or coals winked red by night,

Like a sign to the desert walkers"

-- From "Dream, Dump-Heap and Civilization,'' by Robert Penn Warren