Okay, my starsick beauty! - blue jeans and tilting breasts, child of Canaverel - where would you like to go? Shall we set course for Mars, or Venus; green sea, Aldebaran the golden, or Tycho Brahe's Nova, the moons of Sagitta, or Vega's colonies? School-minching, bronze Diane, bane of the launching-pads- may not ask again: wherever you would go my rocket-head can turn at will to your command- top luck the flowers of snow that growon Pluto, or capella-wards, to pluck roots of asphodel? I may not ask again: where would you like to go? Have you a star; she says, O any faithful sun Where love does not eclipse? The countdown slurs and slips). -Ah child, if that star shines, is in chartless skies, I do not know of such! But come, where will you go? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 2 by CONRAD AIKEN AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON CONTRA MORTEM: THE GREAT DEATH by HAYDEN CARRUTH MOUNTAIN VALLEY by MALCOLM COWLEY BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS THEN AND NOW by CECIL DAY LEWIS GLAMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |