A true poem

Discussion in 'Wireless & RF Design' started by KL7AJ, Jan 9, 2016.

  1. KL7AJ

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    The worst of all idolators
    Are zealous radiolaters
    Who wreck the peace of erstwhile happy homes
    With drool of variometers,
    Detectors, galvanometers,
    Antennae, switches, batteries and ohms.

    Their eyes devoutly glistening,
    They'll sit for ages listening
    With clumsy rubber muffs upon their ears,
    And hail the shrieking mordancies
    Of far-away discordancies
    As though they were the music of the spheres.
    They'll stand for prosy summaries
    And monologues and mummeries
    Of folks you couldn't wheedle them to see,
    The rant of revolutionists
    And awful elocutionists,
    Because they come from Newark, XYZ.

    They'll take the driest serial
    So long as it's aërial;
    They'll take the saddest sentimental gush
    The ambient may squeak to them;
    But if you dare to speak to them
    The only sound you get from them is, 'Shush!'

    In Nome or sweet Lafcadio
    There's no escape from Radio!
    Then, since you cannot dodge the atmosphere,
    My songs shall cheer or trouble you
    From Station PKW,
    Because, at least, I'd rather talk than hear!

    EPILOGUE

    (With the kind assistance of Mr. Longfellow.)

    I breathed a song into the air;
    That little song of beauty rare
    Is flying still, for all I know,
    Around the world by Radio.

    Arthur Guiterman
     
  2. KL7AJ

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    I wonder if Arthur was a ham. :)
     
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