An Expostulation (C. S. Lewis Poem)
Against too many writers of science fiction Why did you lure us on like this, Light-year on light-year, through the ...
Against too many writers of science fiction Why did you lure us on like this, Light-year on light-year, through the ...
The universe expands and contracts like a great heart. It is expanding, the farthest nebulae Rush with the speed of ...
Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark of the moon; daylight or moonlight They could not tell where ...
About suffering, about adoration, the old masters Disagree. When someone suffers, no one else eats Or walks or opens the ...
(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
Children under, say, ten, shouldn't know that the universe is ever-expanding, inexorably pushing into the vacuum, galaxies swallowed by galaxies, ...
If the foolish, call them "flowers" -- Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants "Classify" them It is just as ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
How many million galaxies there are Who knows? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY Lamp of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
How many million galaxies there are Who knows? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY Lamp of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil ...
Our wounds to time, from all the other times, sea-times slow, the times of galaxies fleeing, the dwarfs' dead times, ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
Thinking of Caroline Herschel (1750-1848), astronomer, sister of William; and others. A woman in the shape of a monster a ...
This is a place on the way after the distances can no longer be kept straight here in this dark ...
When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset. The true ...
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