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CONSIDERING THE VOID
When I behold the charm
of evening skies, their lulling endurance;
the patterns of stars with read more
CONSIDERING THE VOID
When I behold the charm
of evening skies, their lulling endurance;
the patterns of stars with names
of bears and dogs, a swan, a virgin;
other planets that the Voyager showed
were like and so unlike our own,
with all their diverse moons,
bright discs, weird rings, and cratered faces;
comets with their streaming tails
bent by pressure from our sun;
the skyscape of our Milky Way
holding in its shimmering disc
an infinity of suns
(or say a thousand billion);
knowing there are holes of darkness
gulping mass and even light,
knowing that this galaxy of ours
is one of multitudes
in what we call the heavens,
it troubles me. It troubles me.
-President Jimmy Carter- (he has written a volume of poetry as well as a novel, The Hornet's Nest,
about the Revolutionary War).
The job of the poet is to render the world--to see it and report it without loss, without perversion. No read more
The job of the poet is to render the world--to see it and report it without loss, without perversion. No poet ever talks about feelings. Only sentimental people do.
The true poem is the poet's mind.
The true poem is the poet's mind.
When forced to summarize the general theory of relativity in one
sentence: Time and space and graviton have no read more
When forced to summarize the general theory of relativity in one
sentence: Time and space and graviton have no separate existence
from matter.
I think physicists are the Peter Pans of the human race. They never grow up and they keep their curiosity.
I think physicists are the Peter Pans of the human race. They never grow up and they keep their curiosity.
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
For florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.
For florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.
A poem conveys not a message so much as the provenance of a message, an advent of sense.
A poem conveys not a message so much as the provenance of a message, an advent of sense.
