I was on my favorite sonnet site and my comment about this beautiful piece became so long and personal it verged on literal blognapping so I brought it all back over here. It’s a wonderful sonnet.
To Earth are bound my feet, though still they strive
For starfields, climbing to complete, on high,
A staircase wrought of air, while wond’ring why
This heartless Earth’s, unfair. So I contrive
To sing of more; a tale of how alive
My mind may soar! That takes my feet where sky
May go. But not where they may someday fly.
Although such possibilities arrive,
This island’s all the ether they may know.
And Earth may fall, though lush and beautiful
And built upon in ways of which I’m fond.
Yet when, foregone, the Earth, they may outgrow–
They’ll make a chariot that, dutiful,
Will show my children’s children the beyond.
-David Emeron 2012
I’ve been thinking all day about what comment to leave for you about this piece. It is such an emotional subject…remembering how we mused as children on how we would be able to “escape the bonds of earth” as adults — and how common the ability to know the universe was going to be when we were grown. We grew up with the Space Program and nourished our souls by reading lots of Heinlein and Asimov. I was sure that by the time I could no longer dance here on earth I would dance in the stars. Spider Robinson said so.
To see you write about this and know that as an adult you are able to carry our dreams to our children and beyond with your exquisite words is a gift to all of us who spent the long nights sneaking out of the house to talk about science and a future in space. We were a small, loose group of friends but we had such big plans. We were so sure of where science would take us. Farther, higher, and most importantly….with joy.
Because of the internet and blogging I now know that there were lots of groups of friends just like us.
While some gathered to smoke pot and plan revolution…
we were gathering to plan spaceships and hydroponics and new materials, and to solve the world’s problems by using science to enable plenty for all and empowering people to develop according to the needs of their own peoples and countries.
I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you for writing this piece. It is beautiful and it moves me, not just as a sonnet but as a reminder — and as hope for the future.
I love you.