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- 95 Wife of the Zeppelin Scientist May 5th , 1937 Cold rhythm of rivets in the hangar— The balmy whirr of huge engines soothes you. Watch the glide of swelled bellies far above. To raise an ill nation from its languor, You bred giants, impractical and new. Slow, broad contours inspired a strange love. I’m not jealous. How could I be? The prow Of your dream breaks through lightning-veined storms, throws The past off—gleaming vanguard, Olympic. But thoughts of war must be put off for now. You grant us great, luxury torpedoes, Aimed for America over the Atlantic. Beneath, the ocean rolls out into the dark. Steel ribs plunge through clouds, sizzling with sparks. ...

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