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The Haunted Computer and the Android Pope
Ray Douglas Bradbury

One of Ray Bradbury’s classic poetry collections, available in ebook for the first time.A poetry collection from a master of fantasy celebrates the familiar and unusual in verses dealing with subjects from Ty Cobb to dinosaurs and strawberry shortcake to the Vatican.It includes many of Bradbury's best verses, including "They Have Not Seen the Stars," "This Attic Where the Meadow Greens," "There Are No Ghosts in Catholic Spain," "Farewell Summer," "Once the Years Were Numerous and the Funerals Few," "Doing Is Being, "We Are The Reliquaries of Lost Time," and others.

THE HAUNTED COMPUTER

AND THE ANDROID POPE

Ray Bradbury

Copyright (#ulink_7ee2b661-d75f-5329-846a-5a9e3e0af879)

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Copyright © Ray Bradbury 1981

Cover design by Mike Topping.

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A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

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Ebook Edition © JULY 2014 ISBN: 9780007539918

Version: 2014–07–18

Dedication (#ulink_c74b6f6b-ca76-5344-b32b-f184e3aae2a4)

With love for my granddaughter, Julia, whose face promises me immortality

Table of Contents

Cover (#u5bc5e41d-47e1-51bb-a7d9-c05353a97bbb)

Title Page (#ufe1c2956-b889-57d7-afb3-8181a8fd2321)

Copyright (#ulink_9319935b-8818-5cee-85ec-5ba44176afb6)

Dedication (#ulink_0cbaaf4e-1b46-5100-bf05-941d9f6ad3e0)

The Haunted Computer and the Android Pope (#ulink_13d02fa8-20a7-52a6-afee-c3c6592404ee)

Go Not with Ruins in Your Mind (#ulink_8606bf2b-fa4c-5a4a-9755-d34b1eba1f57)

Poem from a Train Window (#ulink_829fd5eb-168d-5969-bba9-e7a556d9aa32)

Nor Is the Aim of Man to Stay Beneath a Stone (#ulink_0a0b4cad-c843-532d-a90b-dc26bd0fa56a)

Joy Is the Grace We Say to God (#ulink_813991cf-e647-5ac9-b78b-edf2cacb2bed)

They Have Not Seen the Stars (#ulink_e958e773-289c-5da2-bf6e-885528214fc6)

This Attic Where the Meadow Greens (#ulink_b92b74f3-3f83-5277-aac1-f0b8ee54f24c)

Abandon in Place (#ulink_f3c6ade0-543d-5dc1-80f6-bd7c4d93a348)

The Great Man Speaks (#ulink_5030fa8b-7c48-5b0a-a0a4-78b65d2e939f)

Shakespeare the Father, Freud the Son (#litres_trial_promo)

A Miracle of Popes, All with One Face! (#litres_trial_promo)

The Bike Repairmen (#litres_trial_promo)

The East Is Up! (#litres_trial_promo)

If Peaches Could Be Painters (#litres_trial_promo)

Once the Years Were Numerous and the Funerals Few (#litres_trial_promo)

Satchmo Saved! (#litres_trial_promo)

God Blows the Whistle (#litres_trial_promo)

The Infirmities of Genius (#litres_trial_promo)

Farewell Summer (#litres_trial_promo)

The Dogs of Mesopotamia—Dyed by Spring (#litres_trial_promo)

Two Impressionists (#litres_trial_promo)

And Yet the Burning Bush Has Voice (#litres_trial_promo)

To an Early Morning Darning-Needle Dragonfly (#litres_trial_promo)

Poem Written on a Train Just Leaving a Small Southern Town (#litres_trial_promo)

Too Much (#litres_trial_promo)

There Are No Ghosts in Catholic Spain (#litres_trial_promo)

I Am God’s Greatest Basking Hound (#litres_trial_promo)

Doing Is Being (#litres_trial_promo)

Ode to an Utterance by Norman Corwin, Who Punned the First Line, and Must Suffer the Rest (#litres_trial_promo)

Nectar and Ambrosia (#litres_trial_promo)

We Are the Reliquaries of Lost Time (#litres_trial_promo)

Anybody Who Can Make Great Strawberry Shortcake Can’t Be All Bad (#litres_trial_promo)

And Have You Seen God’s Birds Collide? (#litres_trial_promo)

You Can’t Go Home Again, Not Even if You Stay There! (#litres_trial_promo)

Schliemann (#litres_trial_promo)

Of What is Past, or Passing, or to Come (#litres_trial_promo)

Within a Summer Frame (#litres_trial_promo)

Ode to Ty Cobb, Who Stole First Base from Second (#litres_trial_promo)

GBS and the Loin of Pork (#litres_trial_promo)

Let Us Live But Safely, No Bright Flag Be Ours (#litres_trial_promo)

Everyone’s Got to Be Somewhere (#litres_trial_promo)

The Past Is the Only Dead Thing That Smells Sweet (#litres_trial_promo)

Ode to Trivia (#litres_trial_promo)

Good Shakespeare’s Son, the Typing Ape (#litres_trial_promo)

Que Bella! The Flagella of the Beasts (#litres_trial_promo)

Pope Android Seventh (#litres_trial_promo)

Keep Reading (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Also by the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

The Haunted Computer and the Android Pope (#ulink_4c009809-20b5-5c27-b503-bfdf594f6316)

Haunted Computer, Android Pope,

One serves data, the other hope.

The late-night ghosts of man’s dire needs

Are snacks on which computer feeds

To harvest zeros, sum the sums,

Knock something wicked ere it comes,

And drop dumb evil to its knees

With inked electric snickersnees.

While Android Pope takes up from there,

Where physics stops mid-flight, mid-air,

There Papa’s primed electric mind

Grows faith in countries of the blind.

Where mass and gravity bulk huge—

Andromeda its centrifuge—

Or matter dwindles to mere flea,

There Android Pope makes papal tea

To serve to doubtful Thomas me

And thee and thine and thine and thee;

Last suppers his to circuit there

Where physics loses self in air,

And man surprised by large or small

Sees naught beyond the two at all.

That is the moment where, well-met,