Our reader Jeff Poggi sent me a sonnet he wrote in honor of Darwin’s 200’th birthday, and kindly allowed me to reproduce it here. How many hidden Darwin references can you spot?
| On Darwin’s 200th |
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| Jeff Poggi |
Charles much under winter gray knew life
Would be back, be full, be gullible, need
Life. If inches crept by like miles rife
With their own history, then just a seed
Or stone therein would tell the story of
All this earth–all. He can’t let it be, sees
The earth make new earth, sees new stars above
Reflected, fits royal needs while he flees
Into his life in these new waters, lands.
Home in his garden he takes walks and writes,
Suffers loss most dear and is forced to hand
To them who will not hear what sorely smites
Their hallowed place, their no less hallowed birth—
From such simple forms we populate the earth.
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