[extropy-chat] Writing for the Future

[Damien Broderick]

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>To my future readers, then, I will offer greetings

Oh, and to Hal's greetings I meant to append this poem by James Elroy 
Flecker (1884 - 1915), which I think is wonderful despite its weaknesses. I 
used it to close my anthology of sf stories about the Dying Earth, EARTH IS 
BUT A STAR--a title taken from one of his most haunting verses:


To a Poet a Thousand Years Hence

I who am dead a thousand years,
...And wrote this sweet archaic song,
Send you my words for messengers
...The way I shall not pass along.

I care not if you bridge the seas,
...Or ride secure the cruel sky,
Or build consummate palaces
...Of metal or of masonry.

But have you wine and music still,
...And statues and a bright-eyed love,
And foolish thoughts of good and ill,
...And prayers to them who sit above?

How shall we conquer? Like a wind
...That falls at eve our fancies blow,
And old Maeonides the blind
...Said it three thousand years ago.

O friend unseen, unborn, unknown,
...Student of our sweet English tongue,
Read out my words at night, alone:
...I was a poet, I was young.

Since I can never see your face,
...And never shake you by the hand,
I send my soul through time and space
...To greet you. You will understand.