The Globe
I stand astride the spinning globe.
I know more of many things than Keats or Coleridge.
And with my knowledge
the wherefores of Saturn’s rings should I not probe?
But the stars, the constellations in all their magnitude
with all their force
cannot undo their predestined course.
How yet crude is the grandest plan
of this tiny creature man?
Copyright © Robin Brown | Year Posted 2016
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