57: The Dragons of Eden: Speculations on the Evolution of Human
Intelligence, 1977, by Carl Sagan (1934–96)
Yes, Dragons was the first I
read
From Carl Sagan’s pen.*
I read his many others, too—
He changed what I had been.
He had a very graceful way,
Explaining things to me.
I couldn’t wait to read his next—
I knew he’d help me see.
Oh, I won’t claim I understood
The total of his words.
For some of what he wrote, I fear,
Flew off like startled birds
Before I’d heard what those rare fowl
Were singing all about.
Oh well—I tried—just give me that—
I promise not to pout.
He died too young—oh, far too young.
So much was left to teach.
But Sagan—I will give him this
Extended my short reach!
*He probably didn’t use a pen—but a good rhyming word!
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