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Poetry Pleases: Dream Prophecy

From a wet and dark Earth Caroline Glyn dreams of space.

On an asphalt flat I lie
With a raindrop in my eye
Watching rockets as they fly;

While on the artificial moon
Which will be deserted soon
Space-Things march and Earth-men swoon;

Here on Earth it is wet and dark
And puddles shine in the muddy car-park;
Somewhere a dog begins to bark.

Veiled by satellites flaring by
The real Moon glares, with half an eye
At man's conquest of the sky.

A conquest that began last June
When they built the artificial moon,
Where Space-Things march and Earth-men swoon;

But alone in the icy rain I lie,
Watching rockets soaring high
Breaking the sheen of the gossamer sky.


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