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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373702" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For Louis Pasteur</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How shall a generation know its story<br>If it will know no other? When, among<br>The scoffers at the Institute, Pasteur<br>Heard one deny the cause of child-birth fever,<br>Indignantly he drew upon the blackboard,<br>For all to see, the Streptococcus chain.<br>His mind was like Odysseus and Plato<br>Exploring a new cosmos in the old<br>As if he wrote a poem--his enemy<br>Suffering, disease, and death, the battleground<br>His introspection. &quot;Science and peace,&quot; he said,<br>&quot;Will win out over ignorance and war,&quot;<br>But then, the virus mutant in his vein,<br>&quot;Death to the Prussian!&quot; and &quot;revenge, revenge!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How shall my generation tell its story?<br>Their fathers jobless, boys for the CCC<br>And NYA, the future like a stairwell<br>To floors without a window or a door,<br>And then the army: bayonet drill and foxhole;<br>Bombing to rubble cities with textbook names<br>Later to bulldoze streets for; their green bodies<br>Drowned in the greener surfs of rumored France.<br>My childhood friend, George Humphreys, whom I still see<br>Still ten years old, his uncombed hair and grin<br>Moment by moment in the H&uuml;rtgen dark<br>Until the one step full in the sniper's sight,<br>His pastor father emptied by the grief.<br>Clark Harrison, at nineteen a survivor,<br>Never to walk or have a child or be<br>A senator or governor. Herr Wegner,<br>Who led his little troop, their standards high<br>And sabers drawn, against a panzer corps,<br>Emerging from among the shades at Dachau<br>Stacked like firewood for someone else to burn;<br>And Gerd Radomski, listening to broadcasts<br>Of names, a yearlong babel of the missing,<br>To find his wife and children. Then they came home,<br>Near middle age at twenty-two, to find<br>A new reunion of the church and state,<br>Cynical Constantines who need no name,<br>Domestic tranquility beaten to a sword,<br>Sons wasted by another lie in Asia,<br>Or Strangeloves they had feared that August day;<br>And they like runners, stung, behind a flag,<br>Running within a circle, bereft of joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hearing of the disaster at Sedan<br>And the retreat worse than the one from Moscow,<br>Their son among the missing or the dead,<br>Pasteur and his wife Mary hired a carriage<br>And, traveling to the east where he might try<br>His way to Paris, stopping to ask each youth<br>And comfort every orphan of the state's<br>Irascibility, found him at last<br>And, unsurprised, embraced and took him in.<br>Two wars later, the Prussian, once again<br>The son of Mars, in Paris, Joseph Meister--<br>The first boy cured of rabies, now the keeper<br>Of Pasteur's mausoleum--when commanded<br>To open it for them, though over seventy,<br>Lest he betray the master, took his life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I like to think of Pasteur in Elysium<br>Beneath the sunny pine of ripe Provence<br>Tenderly raising black sheep, butterflies,<br>Silkworms, and a new culture, for delight,<br>Teaching his daughter to use a microscope<br>And musing through a wonder--sacred passion,<br>Practice and metaphysic all the same.<br>And, each year, honor three births: Val&eacute;ry,<br>Humbling his pride by trying to write well,<br>Mozart, who lives still, keeping my attention<br>Repeatedly outside the reach of pride,<br>And him whose mark I witness as a trust.<br>Others he saves but could not save himself--<br>Socrates, Galen, Hippocrates--the spirit<br>Fastened by love upon the human cross.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Bowers">Edgar Bowers</a><div class=q>
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