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Old ghosts of rocketmen, arise.
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lugnet.general, lugnet.space
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Sun, 2 Feb 2003 18:00:56 GMT
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When will the harvesters return
To gather further wonders as a fuel
And let them burn?
How soon will all of Earth mob round, come here once more
To stop the night,
Put doubt away for good with rocket light?
O soon, O let that day be soon
When midnight blossoms with grand ships
As bright and high as noon.
Prepare the meadows, birds, and mounds,
Old ghosts of rocketmen, arise.
Fling up your ships, your souls, your flesh, your blood,
Your blinding dreams
To fill, refill, and fill again
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow's
Promised and re-promised
Skies.
-by Ray Bradbury, "Abandon in Place", 3rd stanza,
in _The Haunted Computer and the Android Pope_
in _Complete Poems of Ray Bradbury_ (1982)
(elegy written upon visiting the empty launch pad at Cape Canaveral)
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