Most men who live in cities see few stars
Most men who live in cities see few stars,
and, to their loss, they hardly know their names.
Preoccupied with gain and motor cars,
or betting on their mass-promoted games.
The discipline of nature's age-old law,
the comfort of the cycle of the year,
is swallowed in ambition's greedy maw;
which throws bionic rhythms out of gear.
The gleaming Pleiades are lost from sight;
Antares red: Arcturus' yellow light;
the scintillating stellar colour range -
rich evidence of progress by mankind -
now; hidden treasure from the urban mind.
and, to their loss, they hardly know their names.
Preoccupied with gain and motor cars,
or betting on their mass-promoted games.
The discipline of nature's age-old law,
the comfort of the cycle of the year,
is swallowed in ambition's greedy maw;
which throws bionic rhythms out of gear.
The gleaming Pleiades are lost from sight;
Antares red: Arcturus' yellow light;
the scintillating stellar colour range -
rich evidence of progress by mankind -
now; hidden treasure from the urban mind.
[Sonnet from the Desert of my Heart and Mind by F.J.A.Pockley 1912-1990]
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