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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Prelude to Space</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">An Epithaliamium</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> So Man, grown vigorous now,<br> Holds himself ripe to breed,<br> Daily devises how<br> To ejaculate his seed<br> And boldly fertilize<br>The black womb of the unconsenting skies.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Some now alive expect<br> (I am told) to see the large,<br> Steel member grow erect,<br> Turgid with the fierce charge<br> Of our whole planet's skill,<br>Courage, wealth, knowledge, concentrated will,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Straining with lust to stamp<br> Our likeness on the abyss-<br> Bombs, gallows, Belsen camp,<br> Pox, polio, Thais' kiss<br> Or Judas, Moloch's fires<br>And Torquemada's (sons resemble sires).</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Shall we, when the grim shape<br> Roars upward, dance and sing?<br> Yes: if we honour rape,<br> If we take pride to Ring<br> So bountifully on space<br>The sperm of our long woes, our large disgrace.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Clive+Staples+Lewis">Clive Staples Lewis</a></strong></div>