With all the talk of the new movie, The Odyssey, it seemed a good time to reprint one of my favorite poems. W. H. Auden 1907 –1973     She looked over his shoulder       For vines and olive trees,    Marble well-governed cities       And ships upon untamed seas,    But there on the shining metal       His hands had put instead    An artificial wilderness       And a sky like lead. A plain without a feature, bare and brown,   No blade of grass, no sign of neighborhood,Nothing to eat and nowhere to sit down,   Yet, congregated on its blankness, stood   An unintelligible multitude,A million eyes, a million boots in line,Without expression, waiting for a sign. Out of…

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