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THE PICARDS GO INTO THE STRATOSPHERE IN A BALLOON
('Picard, Auguste Antoine (1884-1962) and Jean Felix (1884-1963), Swiss, explored the stratosphere by balloon' - Penguin Book of Facts).
Two stout war-trees prop the sky.
Some city, veined as a skinned patient,
draping there, breathes a river.
The Picards' silver balloon, a lung-bubble,
pops off a wharf. Wobble-growl. Up,
up. The world and its works unmash
into a picture, stopped with sweet wind.
Two duck-quilt coats with wadded muffs,
rubber goggles, wool-hoods, energy-chocolate,
rising ... and the Thermos hissing ... rising ...
softly through a plate of frosted glass,
wobble-growl and ozone-champagne fizz,
into no weather and a lemon calm.
The Picards unscrew their tortoiseshell pentops.
Now Man is a proud sort of creature.
He will measure, christen and explore
to be master of rabbits, baobab trees, oceans and stones.
He drags the world to his bosom
because it does not care, and names it Love.
In a land of silent air, the Picards make notes
to claim the stratosphere, and make us men.
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(published in 'PN REVIEW' 2007)
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