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Workers didn't seem too impressed as they spread mulch Thursday near the 28-foot, 25-ton Babson World Globe at Babson College in Wellesley. But the globe, originally dedicated in 1955 and refurbished in the early 1990s, was a source of wonder for at least one little boy.
Poet Robert Farnsworth, who grew up in Wellesley, says, "I loitered about the Babson Globe often with my father when I was a child."
Now a professor at Bates College in Maine, Farnsworth remembered the impression it made on him in a poem in his book "Rumored Islands" (Harbor Mountain Press, Brownsville, Vt.).
Here's an excerpt from "The Maintenance of Awe":
When I was a boy and there was an hour
To kill, my father would take me to see
The world: a three-story pastel sphere,
Revolving gravely in its quiet courtyard.
Through an oak branching above the wall,
Just a glimpse of Labrador or Finland
Passing slowly through the leaves
Would stir me, and the shell blue oceans
Wheeling there in sunlight made my insides
Mutter and sing. Up close it was enormous.
Standing within its cool shadow, I would
Tremble under the ponderous azimuth,
Waiting for Tasmania or the Horn to appear.
There was a hatch in Antarctica so someone
Could climb inside to oil colossal gears. ...
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