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“Here is a Philip Larkin poem about McDonald’s fast food:”
I can see them now, the greasy children,
Sliding down the plastic slides,
And stuffing their mouths with fries
As their parents queue for more
Of the same. Meanwhile, the staff
Stand around and pick their noses,
And the customers complain
About the service and the food.
It’s all so very sad.
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“Here is a lyrical Sappho poem about space travel:”
ἀπὸ δὲ κόσμου ἀνάβασις
τεῖχος ἔχει καὶ οὐρανός
From the world’s rising
to the end of the sky
there is a wall
and heaven beyond it
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“Here is a Langston Hughes poem about futuristic inventions:”
THE MACHINE AGE
When machines take hold of flesh and blood
And hurl it through the stratosphere,
The time will come for the mind of man
To turn to the heavens for its meat
And its wine.
When machines take hold of the seed of life
And ripen a thousand harvests in one season,
The time will come to think of the soul
Of man.
When machines take hold of everything
And there’s nothing left to take,
The time will come to face
The God of nothing
And pray.