Okay, my starsick beauty! - <br />blue jeans and tilting breasts, <br />child of Canaverel - <br />where would you like to go? <br /> <br />Shall we set course for Mars, <br />or Venus; green sea, <br />Aldebaran the golden, <br />or Tycho Brahe's Nova, <br />the moons of Sagitta, <br />or Vega's colonies? <br /> <br />School-minching, bronze Diane, <br />bane of the launching-pads- <br />may not ask again: <br />wherever you would go <br /> <br />my rocket-head can turn <br />at will to your command- <br />top luck the flowers of snow <br />that growon Pluto, or <br />capella-wards, to pluck <br />roots of asphodel? <br /> <br />I may not ask again: <br />where would you like to go? <br /> <br />Have you a star; she says, <br />O any faithful sun <br />Where love does not eclipse? <br />The countdown slurs and slips). <br />-Ah child, if that star shines, <br />is in chartless skies, <br /> <br />I do not know of such! <br />But come, where will you go?<br /><br />Theophile Gautier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unknown-shores/
