“He, who will not reason, is a bigot; he, who cannot, is a fool; and he, who dares not, is a slave”

For Poetry Monday:


“Upon this age, that never speaks its mind,” Edna St. V. Millay

Upon this age, that never speaks its mind,
This furtive age, this age endowed with power
To wake the moon with footsteps, fit an oar
Into the rowlocks of the wind, and find
What swims before his prow, what swirls behind—
Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour,
Falls from the sky a meteoric shower
Of facts . . . they lie unquestioned, uncombined.
Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill
Is daily spun; but there exists no loom
To weave it into fabric; undefiled
Proceeds pure Science, and has her say; but still
Upon this world from the collective womb
Is spewed all day the red triumphant child.


Written in the 1930s, if you couldn't tell.

(FWIW, Eaglet starts their first camp of the summer: an entirely virtual Minecraft camp.)

---L.

Subject quote from Academical Questions, William Drummond.