Gieb ihr ein Schweigen (c)
Theodore Stephanides
Lure
Some say: "What is the need for rockets hurled
At other planets circling round the sun?
Why not sxpend that gold on our own world
Where laurels of more worth may yet be won?"
They speak half-truths. For if Man had not raised
His questing eyes towards the heavens wide;
If he had never sought, by visions crazed,
Amid the stars on wings of flame to ride;
Then in a reeking cave Man still would bed
And chip a flint to make an arrow-head.
(from "The Golden face", 1965)
Lure
Some say: "What is the need for rockets hurled
At other planets circling round the sun?
Why not sxpend that gold on our own world
Where laurels of more worth may yet be won?"
They speak half-truths. For if Man had not raised
His questing eyes towards the heavens wide;
If he had never sought, by visions crazed,
Amid the stars on wings of flame to ride;
Then in a reeking cave Man still would bed
And chip a flint to make an arrow-head.
(from "The Golden face", 1965)