In 1960 he went on to enlist Louis Kahn in designing the Salk Institute, a residency for scientists embarking on their research. At the entrance of the complex is an infinity pool that extends out to a deep “Pool of Knowledge” surrounded by “Conversation Pits” where people are encouraged to share their ideas, dreams, and findings.
When stepping into this venerable space, one of the first things you see are Salk’s words carved into the Italian marble at your feet:
“Hope lies in dreams, in imagination, and in the courage of those who dare to make dreams into reality.”
In closing, I offer a few verses written while I was there in 2025:
For Jonas Edward Salk, M.D. (who would be age 111)
You were the brave soldier to plod onward
in the face of tragedy and illness,
hand in hand with a fierce reality,
pushing, pushing to find a piece of an answer
to overcome a relentless tsunami
of a dark disease.
In slaying a beast named Poliomyelitis,
you gave an answer and a hope
to the world ’round
for life itself,
for countless lives to live on and on
for beholden generations.
Built of your vision is the Salk Institute,
a Brutalist castle on a cliff
to welcome dreamers,
the scientists, seekers, and givers—
the humans devoted to that very human thing:
to analyze, to figure, to test and to cure.
This concrete wonder—
marble floor, teak beams, and
a travertine tableau paving the way for dreams—
pours an infinite line of liquid neurons
into pools of knowledge, of science,
and over a precipice into eternity,
ever flowing forward, rivers of human trial and error,
turning mystery into the known,
while cradled in the universe of the unknown.
You give hope even as you aren’t here to say it.
You give honor to those science-soldiers who follow.
You embrace the world with your open arms
holding the globe in one small cell
or heaved upon your Atlas shoulders.
—Ali de Groot, 2025