Obviously, after the advent of nuclear weapons, apocalyptic poems became more prevalent. Here, Richard Wilbur speaks of his vision about someone who might tell the world the direction it is headed in the nuclear age:
"Spare us all word of the weapons, their force and range,
The long numbers that rocket the mind;
Our slow, unreckoning hearts will be left behind,
Unable to fear what is too strange."
He could have been a combat crew commander, as I later was, when he wrote those lines. Because, for most people in the world, I don't believe they could ever really imagine a post-nuclear-war world. A world that is without us humans, regardless of how it became depopulated and barren of human life.
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