Am I.Weird of shadeAnd doomfire face:All thy sensesCry to myMourning mysteriesWhich yesterdayWere commonplace.
We sit at Sunday breakfastAnd I smell the dust of Carthage.It drowns the spangOf our automatic toaster.
That strange woman across from meSmiles, butters two slices.Her smile arouses a multitude in me!Her smile . . .Frightens us.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Poetry: "Carthage: Reflections of a Martian" by Frank Herbert
Best known for his monumental six-book Dune saga, Frank Herbert also wrote an obscure poem titled "Carthage: Reflections of a Martian," which was published first in the anthology Mars, We Love You: Tales of Mars, Men and Martians (1971) and later in Songs of Muad’Dib: The Poetry of Frank Herbert (1992). Here are the first five stanza’s of Herbert's "Carthage: Reflections of a Martian," which is comprised of about 450 lines: