Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Chicagoland / Lit & Lectures / Books OK, more moon blogging
Posted by Whet Moser on 07.21.09 at 06:23 PM
Hadn't realized that W.H. Auden, author of my favorite poem, wrote one in 1969 called "Moon Landing." I'm unsurprised, loving "Musee des Beaux Arts" as much as I do, that he was less than inspired. Wish he'd written about Alan Shepard.
A grand gesture. But what does it period?
What does it osse*? We were always adroiter
with objects than lives, and more facile
at courage than kindness: from the moment
the first flint was flaked this landing was merely
a matter of time. But our selves, like Adam's,
still don't fit us exactly, modern
only in this—-our lack of decorum.
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