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The Fannish Diversions of John Granacki
Master of Space & Time

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The Explorers
BESIDE the Mare Crisium, that sea
Where water never was, sit down with me
And let us talk of Earth, where long ago
We drank the air and saw the rivers flow
Like comets through the green estates of man,
And fruit the color of Aldebaran
Weighted the curving boughs.  The route of stars
Was our diversion, and the fate of Mars
Our grave concern; we stared throughout the night
On these uncolonized demesnes of light.
We read of stars escaping Newton's chain
Till only autographs of fire remain.
We aimed our mortal searchlight into space
As if in hopes to find a mortal face.

O little Earth, our village, where the day
Seemed all too brief, and starlight would not stay,
We were provincials on that grand express
That whirled us into dark and loneliness.
We thought to bring you wonder with a tale
Huger than those that turned our fathers pale.
Here in this lunar night, we watch alone
Longer than ever men have watched for dawn.
Beyond this meteor-bitten plain we see
More starry systems than you dream to be,
And while their clockwork blazes overhead
We speak the names we learned as were bred;
We tell of places seen each day from birth --
Obscure and local, patios of the Earth!
O race of farmers, plowing year by year
The same few fields, I sometimes seem to hear
The far-off echo of a cattle bell
Against the cratered cliff of Arzachel,
And weep to think no sound can ever come
Across that outer desert from my home!

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