Man in Space

Poem By Billy Collins

All you have to do is listen to the way a man
sometimes talks to his wife at a table of people
and notice how intent he is on making his point
even though her lower lip is beginning to quiver,

and you will know why the women in science
fiction movies who inhabit a planet of their own
are not pictured making a salad or reading a magazine
when the men from earth arrive in their rocket,

why they are always standing in a semicircle
with their arms folded, their bare legs set apart,
their breasts protected by hard metal disks.

Comments about Man in Space

Women in space are indeed always standing in a half-circle, legs apart and wearing metal disks over their. Such an exact poem.
you will know why the women in science fiction movies who inhabit a planet of their own are not pictured making a salad or reading a magazine when the men from earth arrive in their rocket, ..a fine poem. tony
It is just a robot girl love story. Should the robot girls be loved? The cosmonaut, astronaut girls look like that. They are moving to space so there should not be any love talks. They must like the aliens on their mission averting to be intercepted.
Who else readin from 2019
did you fail grammar class cause your run-on sentence really shows it.


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