Sunday, January 8, 2017

A Poem for a Cold Sunday Morning

Duet on Mars, by John Updike

Said Spirit to Opportunity, 
   “I’m feeling rather frail, 
With too much in my memory, 
   Plus barrels of e-mail.” 

Responded Opportunity, 
   “My bounce was not so bad, 
But now they send me out to see 
   These dreary rocks, bedad!” 

“It’s cold up here, and rather red,” 
   Sighed Spirit. “I feel faint.” 
Good Opportunity then said, 
   “Crawl on, without complaint! 

“This planet needs our shovels’ bite 
   And treadmarks in the dust 
To tell if life and hematite 
   Pervade its arid crust.” 

“There’s life, by all the stars above, 
   On Mars—it’s you and I!” 
Blithe Spirit cried. “Let’s rove, my love, 
   And meet before we die!”