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Troubles in SF Poetry--Part I.

"WHARVES AT SUNSET

The snorting dredges bulge with smoky stacks;
  The snub-nosed barges wallow with their loads;
A crusty freighter's idle rigging clacks;
  And squabby tugs are puffy, coal-black toads.

Against the dismal sky, warehouses bulk.
  Bedraggled, broken factories sag and spoil;
While eyeless and deserted buildings sulk
  Near stagnant quarries, filmed with greenish oil.

But clouds soon part. Sunset pours down its gold
  That harbor vessels are transfigured under
To argosies that swim through tales of old--
  To galleons that ache with Orient wonder.

As ship-bells ferry legends over foam,
  Warehouses shed--as in a fabled story--
Disguises, showing minaret and dome
  On fabulous Bagdad palaces of glory."

--Louis Ginsberg via

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"Verses require much leisure and sweet ease,
But I am tost by windes and angry Seas."

--Ovid's Tristia ex Pontis (tr W S 1672), I. via

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