Poem on Sliders tonight.
Michael Conover
I apologize in advance that this is so very vague. In the episode of
Sliders that aired on the SciFi Channel tonight (11/24), Thomas Mallory recited
a poem to his parents during the climax. The father mentioned Tennyson among a
list of other poets and writers, but I'm not sure that he is the author.
I didn't write any of it down, as I foolishly thought I'd remember at least
the first line. And unfortunately, I don't even remember what the overall
sense of the poem was. It's a longshot, but we're good at those..
Off to the Sci-Fi newsgroups....
---Michael
Michael Conover
If there are any fans reading AQ, the episode is called "Roads Taken."
Christopher Brown
news:19991125031924...@ng-fa1.aol.com...
Well, although I have no TV, and haven't seen Sliders, let alone the particular
episode to which you're referring, the title will lead me to offer a guess at
Frost's "Road Not Taken"
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
~ Robert Frost, "The Road Not Taken"
Worth a shot!
Regards,
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"As an adolescent I aspired to lasting fame, I craved factual certainty, and I
thirsted for a meaningful vision of human life - so I became a scientist. This is
like becoming an archbishop so you can meet girls."
~ Matt Cartmill
Michael Conover
I said:
>If there are any fans reading AQ, the episode is
>called "Roads Taken."
I found the poem in the alt.tv.sliders FAQ It is "Sudden Light" by Dante
Gabriel Rossetti.
I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet, keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
You have been mine before,--
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at the swallow's soar
Your neck turned so,
Some veil did fall--I knew it all of yore.
Then, now,--perchance again!...
O round mine eyes your tresses shake!
Shall we not lie as we have lain
Thus for Love's sake,
And sleep, and wake, yet never break the chain?
---Michael
Roger Camm
> But when or how I cannot tell:
> I know the grass beyond the door,
> The sweet, keen smell,
> The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
>
> You have been mine before,--
> How long ago I may not know:
> But just when at the swallow's soar
> Your neck turned so,
> Some veil did fall--I knew it all of yore.
>
> Then, now,--perchance again!...
> O round mine eyes your tresses shake!
> Shall we not lie as we have lain
> Thus for Love's sake,
> And sleep, and wake, yet never break the chain?
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
one wonders about Fleetwood Mac, and the Rumours album...
anyone know?
> ---Michael
William C Waterhouse
mjcon...@aol.comX (Michael Conover) writes:
>...
> I found the poem in the alt.tv.sliders FAQ It is "Sudden Light" by Dante
> Gabriel Rossetti.
>
> But when or how I cannot tell:
> I know the grass beyond the door,
> The sweet, keen smell,
> The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
>
> You have been mine before,--
> How long ago I may not know:
> But just when at the swallow's soar
> Your neck turned so,
> Some veil did fall--I knew it all of yore.
>...
I will add two stanzas of the Morris Bishop parody of this thought.
We Have Been Here Before
...
...
"I have been here before!" I asserted,
In a nook on a neck of the Nile.
I once in a crisis was punished by Isis,
And you smiled. I remember your smile.
...
...
The past made a promise, before it
Began to begin to begone.
This limited gamut brings you again. Damn it,
How long has this got to go on?
William C. Waterhouse
Penn State