20 April 2008

April is poetry month, and...

Peter once told me he doesn't like poetry (something about it making him want to tear his eyes out), but...

I do, and...

It appears that writing and/or quoting a poem about science this month is compulsory in the science blogging community (the most exceptional by far by Digital Cuttlefish), so...

Here I re-post a little piece of a poem I re-wrote as a comment at Free Range Academy during a Darwin Day-inspired flight of fancy. I hope you like it.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of stews ~ and ships ~ and hammer whacks ~
Of birdcages ~ and slings ~
And why the bees are a toiling lot~
And how the bats got wings."



One of the most labour intensive comments anyone has ever left, too! I'm pretty sure Peter only likes 'pomes.'


ps. anyone who likes science-inspired poetry should check out Christopher Dewdney, especially 'Predators of the Adoration.'


Anonymous said...

Favourite poem: Adelstrop by Edward Thomas. I'm sorry to disappoint y'transatlantic all, but its very English:

Yes. I remember Adlestrop —
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Some one cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop — only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and around him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

Arjay said...

IT IS a baby Albatross,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long great beak and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

He holds him with his trusting stare,
'There was a ship,' quoth he.
‘It spewed out all this plastic stuff
Into the azure sea.

And now the storm-blast came, and it
Were tyrannous and strong:
The plastic lay above the beach
Where nesting birds belong.

The stuff was here, the stuff was there,
The stuff was all around:
We thought it looked like little fish
And scoffed all that we found.

We ate the food we ne'er had eat,
And round and round did spew.
We started dying one by one
Not many made it through’.

‘But I have come to help you out -
A conservation trooper.
We are averred, to save the bird
from such a major blooper.
Ah wretch! We say, the plastic day,
Has gone – is that not super?’

We looked upon the rotting sea,
And drew our eyes away
We looked upon the plastic beach,
And vowed it would not stay.
We’d bury it for 50 years
No albatross would feast
Of plastic fare, we’d save the life,
Of man and bird and beast. .

We went like those that hath been stunned,
And worked through dusk and dawn:
Both sadder and yet wiser men,
We rose the morrow morn.