Искусствоед
Theodore Stephanides
Project Ozma, 1960 *
Perhaps some day, upon an other wave,
A message will win through the void of space,
A tiny voice lost in the echoing nave
Of that vast daunting Cosmos whose embrace
Enfolds us as we lap our puny star.
Perhaps some day, above the background hiss,
A modulated murmur from afar
Will rend aside the fearful loneliness
That hems us in a prison of the mind,
A solitary prison whose grim chill
Seeps, numbing, into spirit, brain and bone.
Or on a graph-recording we may find
A tiny sinuosity that will
Proclaim to Man: "Hail! You are not alone."
(from "Worlds in a Crucible" 1973)
Project Ozma, 1960 *
Perhaps some day, upon an other wave,
A message will win through the void of space,
A tiny voice lost in the echoing nave
Of that vast daunting Cosmos whose embrace
Enfolds us as we lap our puny star.
Perhaps some day, above the background hiss,
A modulated murmur from afar
Will rend aside the fearful loneliness
That hems us in a prison of the mind,
A solitary prison whose grim chill
Seeps, numbing, into spirit, brain and bone.
Or on a graph-recording we may find
A tiny sinuosity that will
Proclaim to Man: "Hail! You are not alone."
(from "Worlds in a Crucible" 1973)