The most famous of those who
have supposedly been able to predict the future is a man named Nostradamus. He was a French apothecary (pharmacist) who published
several predictions within his lifetime (1506-1566). His popularity is evident
in that he is one of only a few authors whose work has rarely been out of print
for over four-hundred years. This is because many people believe that his
predictions have come true. They interpret his predictions in terms of what has
happened recently in our history. For example, they say one of his predictions
foretold the Challenger disaster in 1986 (it mentions nine people, when
seven were in the shuttle). Another, they say, foresaw the rise of Adolph
Hitler when it mentions “Hister” (really a location in Germany); and still
another, that he accurately predicted the terrorist attacks of September 11.
Nostradamus’s words, though, have been misinterpreted, so it seems like they
fit well with the events we’ve seen; but in truth, his words can at best be
loosely connected to those events.
This wasteland cold and dark runs free Its fearful creatures speak to me One fateful day one nudged my hand To set my eyes upon a tree He knew I could not understand For I was in his native land His signs became our common speech To lead me through the deadly sand Now stuck I saw him me beseech He could not lift me out to reach The firm foundation of a cave Outside the boundaries of this beach Withal, the beast became more brave To risk his own my life to save To carry me, its life it gave To carry me, its life it gave. This poem was inspired by Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." That poem, like this one, has four four-line stanzas of eight syllables per stanza. Its rhyme scheme is AABA BBCB CCDC DDDD.
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