>http://www.rowanjacobsen.com/books/fruitless-fall
Where it says:
>Many people will remember that Rachel Carson predicted a silent
>spring, but she also warned of a fruitless fall, a time when "there
>was no pollination and there would be no fruit."
Which reminds me of "Morning Dew" a great song written after its author saw On The Beach. It's been covered by everyone from Lee Hazelwood to Marc Almond to Einsturzende Neubauten, to Nazareth. My favorite version is by Tim Rose. Here's the lyrics:
Walk me out in the morning dew, my honey, Walk me out in the morning dew today. I can't walk you out in the morning dew my honey, I can't walk you out in the morning dew at all.
I thought I heard a young girl crying, momma, I thought I heard a young girl cry today. You didn't hear no young girl crying, momma, You didn't hear no young girl cry at all.
Walk me out in the morning dew, my honey, Walk me out in the morning dew today. I can't walk you out in the morning dew my baby, I can't walk you out in the morning dew at all.
Thought I heard a young man crying, momma, Thought I heard a young man cry today. You didn't hear no young man crying, momma, You didn't hear no young man cry at all.
Now there's no more morning dew Now there's no more morning dew What they've been saying all these years is true 'Cause there's no more morning dew
Oh, now there's no more morning dew Oh, now there's no more morning dew What they've been saying all these years was true 'Cause there's no more morning dew
Oh, now there's no more morning dew, now, now, now Oh, now there's no more morning dew What they've been saying all these years is so true They have chased away all our morning dew
Oh, now there's no more morning dew