Gee-whiz technology soon grows obsolete and quaint. On this date in 1934, the USS Macon, a U.S. Navy airship – blimp, dirigible, Zeppelin – successfully tracked the heavy cruiser USS Houston as it carried President Franklin Roosevelt on a secret voyage from Annapolis, Md., to Portland, Ore., by way of Hawaii. The Macon, designed as a scout aircraft, carried five biplanes, one of which delivered mail and newspapers to the president. Seven months later, the Macon encountered a storm off Big Sur and crashed. Two men died, sixty-four were rescued. In response, Yvor Winters wrote “An Elegy” -- “For the U.S.N. Dirigible, Macon.” Here are two of the poem’s seven stanzas:
“Who will believe this thing in time
to come?
I was a witness. I beheld the age
That seized upon a planet’s heritage
Of steel and oil, the mind’s viaticum:
“Crowded the world with strong ingenious
things,
Used the provision it could not
replace,
To leave but Cretan myths, a sandy trace
Through the last stone age, for the
pastoral kings.”
Without preaching, Winters suggests
the airship was an act of hubris, what we might think of as a squandering of natural
resources, “a planet’s heritage / Of steel and oil.” What a concept: Yvor
Winters, environmentalist.
A year earlier, on April 4. 1933, the Macon’s sister airship, the USS Akron, crashed off the coast of New Jersey. Seventy-three of its
seventy-six crewmen were killed. Winters’ wife, Janet Lewis, also
wrote a poem, “The Hangar at
Sunnyvale: 1937,” about airships and their risks:
“Level the marshes, far and low the
hills.
The useless structure, firm on the
ample sills,
Rises incredible to state again:
Thus massive was the vessel, built in
vain. “
I foresee a doctoral thesis: “Airships
and the Stanford School.” Winters’ former student, Turner Cassity, revived the
theme. The entire July 1970 issue of Poetry
was devoted to “The Airship Boys in Africa,” a narrative poem in twelve
sections about a 1917 German airship expedition to South West Africa. Included
in his first collection, Watchboy, What
of the Night? (1966), is Cassity’s “The Afterlives of Count Zeppelin,” which
begins:
“Inflated, yet elliptical, of epic
size,
What great Teutonic riddle hangs there
in the skies?”
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