Somewhere on some Celestial Testing-ground, Replica of the Kitty Hawk they knew When first on wings of miracle they flew, And thus, for conquest by their fellows found A world that hardly knows of mete and bound, Do they recall their fateful flight, and rue The moment when their labored dream came true, The victory for which their names are crowned? Do all the skilled of man's inventive brood Share with the Wrights the Melancholy mood Of givers who have seen their gifts betrayed? The Tree of Knowledge, which they watered, made The gateway to a wilderness of pain Where every first-born is another Cain? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLORS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST THE DINNER-PARTY by AMY LOWELL A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1839) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: ANTON SOSNOWSKI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 9 by EZRA POUND TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND |