In a message dated 10/07/2003 7:51:27 AM Central Daylight Time,
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<< > Concorde
> March 1969-October 2003
> —first and last supersonic airliner
>
> She dated from the heady era when
> we landed on the moon—“one giant leap”
> pointed towards the stars. Though we may keep
> our dreams, I fear we won’t go there again.
> I used to pause when Concorde travelled by,
> awed by her beauty: more than just a plane,
> an aspiration soaring to reclaim
> the wonder of man’s ancient urge to fly.
> Now she’s gone as well. Humanity
> set out to challenge every bond of land
> and space. We falter now…I understand
> the world is tired and growing old like me,
> and vision bows to caution as we plod
> in slow retreat where once our giants trod.
>
> http://www.davidgwilymanthony.co.uk/
>>
This is a very polished sonnet. The two "nows" so close together bother me.
You might want to reconsider this particular wording. Also it is a minor
point, but the word beauty is one I generally try to avoid in a poem. It does
seem we are going backward at times rather than forward. You are presenting a
theme I had not thought about, so this has a freshness in that regard. Good
luck with it. Sue
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