Lofty dreams from youthful aeons
Unroll parsecs of astral clouds,
Where silver linings tease the night
Beyond telescopic vision.
Gravity of unseen nature,
Choreography of mysteries,
Enrobe glorious goliaths
In ethereal majesty.
With faces stained in spectral blood
And veins filled with boiling plasma,
Brave seekers on the cosmic front
Laugh cheerily in helium
And hover proudly above all,
Until their oxymoronic fate
Grants them a supernova’s death.
Over the unreachable stars
The nebulous curtain is drawn;
Wherein the bleary eyes of mine
The pale light of morning has dawned.
Faintly, I hear the firmament
Humming, in timeless harmony,
A micro-wave of elegies:
Temporis filia veritas.
Is it the story of my life?
Lillian invited us to a bit of stargazing today in dVerse’s Poetics: Lookin’ Up!. My confessional part aside, as a former science student, I find this a rare opportunity to poke a little fun at Uncle Walt, as I do believe there is a lot of poetry in science. Phenomena I alluded here includes accretion, interstellar clouds, supergiants, metric expansion (and redshifts of spectral lines), cosmic microwave background, just to name a few, whereas the poetic quote near the end (“Truth is the daughter of time.”) was borrowed from Kepler, a learn’d astronomer nevertheless.
Photo Courtesy: NASA, ESA and the Hubble Heritage (STScI/AURA)