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Shilpa KarhikSonnet - To Science
April 22nd 2006 10:07
I've just had a sudden holiday sprung on me, leaving tomorrow morning and won't be back until Wednesday, so I'll quickly set up some poems to appear on the next couple of days, though I don't have time to say much about them! You can always do that yourselves anyway 
. Obviously I won't be able to respond to comments until Wednesday, but when Wednesday comes I will.
Anyway, I'd meant to wait a while before another Edgar Allan Poe poem, but I suppose now is as good a time as any to bring you a poem of his that shows his lighter side, though it's still a bit depressing overall. It's something most of us can relate to and will probably become even more relevant in years to come, as science advances and gives boring explanations for even more things!
SONNET - TO SCIENCE
by Edgar Allan Poe
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?
. Obviously I won't be able to respond to comments until Wednesday, but when Wednesday comes I will.Anyway, I'd meant to wait a while before another Edgar Allan Poe poem, but I suppose now is as good a time as any to bring you a poem of his that shows his lighter side, though it's still a bit depressing overall. It's something most of us can relate to and will probably become even more relevant in years to come, as science advances and gives boring explanations for even more things!
SONNET - TO SCIENCE
by Edgar Allan Poe
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?
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