Elegy for Arthur C. Clarke
If you’re holding this, Explorer,
You’re holding the pride of Terra.
Let me tell you about him.
He was one of the greatest storytellers
Our species has ever produced.
Some of them came true.
He wanted three things:
Lasting peace in Sri Lanka,
Clean energy on Earth,
And word from you that you exist.
He sent this, a piece of himself,
Into the ocean of space,
Perhaps to be reborn,
Our messenger in a bottle.
Please treasure him as we did.
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I love this poem.
March 19 2008, 14:04:02 UTC 13 years ago
Wax.
Wax on.
Wax off.
Wax fruit.
Wax furniture.
Wax floors.
Mind your own beeswax.
Wax wroth.
Wax wroth until it's so shiny you can see your face in it.
Then wax lyrical.
Write down the results of waxing lyrical quickly, preferably with a wax crayon.
Wax on.
Wax off.
December 3, 2004
In memoriam, Mona van Duyn
Re: I love this poem.
March 19 2008, 21:49:30 UTC 13 years ago