To “my friend Dakota” :) Age of Ultron: The Triumph of the Machine

The Triumph of the Machine

They talk of the triumph of the machine,

but the machine will never triumph.

Out of the thousands and thousands of centuries of man

the unrolling of ferns, white tongues of the acanthus lapping at the sun,

for one sad century

machines have triumphed, rolled us hither and thither,

shaking the lark’s nest till the eggs have broken.

Shaken the marshes, till the geese have gone

and the wild swans flown away singing the swan-song at us.

Hard, hard on the earth the machines are rolling,

but through some hearts they will never roll.

The lark nests in his heart

and the white swan swims in the marshes of his loins,

and through the wide prairies of his breast a young bull herds his cows,

lambs frisk among the daisies of his brain.

And at last

all these creatures that cannot die, driven back

into the uttermost corners of the soul,

will send up the wild cry of despair.

The thrilling lark in a wild despair will trill down arrows from the sky,

the swan will beat the waters in rage, white rage of an enraged swan,

even the lambs will stretch forth their necks like serpents,

like snakes of hate, against the man in the machine:

even the shaking white poplar will dazzle like splinters of glass against him.

And against this inward revolt of the native creatures of the soul

mechanical man, in triumph seated upon the seat of his machine

will be powerless, for no engine can reach into the marshes and depths of a man.

So mechanical man in triumph seated upon the seat of his machine

will be driven mad from within himself, and sightless, and on that day

the machines will turn to run into one another

traffic will tangle up in a long-drawn-out crash of collision

and engines will rush at the solid houses, the edifice of our life

will rock in the shock of the mad machine, and the house will come down.

Then, far beyond the ruin, in the far, in the ultimate, remote places

the swan will lift up again his flattened, smitten head

and look round, and rise, and on the great vaults of his wings

will sweep round and up to greet the sun with a silky glitter of a new day

and the lark will follow trilling, angerless again,

and the lambs will bite off the heads of the daisies for very friskiness.

But over the middle of the earth will be the smoky ruin of iron

the triumph of the machine.

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