Will we ever learn?

‘Futility’

by Wilfred Owen

(written in 1918 about World War I)

 

Move him into the sun—

Gently its touch awoke him once,

At home, whispering of fields half-sown.

Always it woke him, even in France,

Until this morning and this snow.

If anything might rouse him now

The kind old sun will know.

 

Think how it wakes the seeds—

Woke once the clays of a cold star.

Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides

Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?

Was it for this the clay grew tall?

—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil

To break earth’s sleep at all?

 

 

‘We’re all one people’

Victor Glover

(Artemis II astronaut, seeing Earth from space, 2026)