Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Heavenly Bodies

As I was reflecting on the Earth-sized impact site just found on Jupiter, and the impending solar eclipse, this D. H. Lawrence poem came to mind:

Southern Night

Come up, thou red thing.
Come up, and be called a moon.

The mosquitoes are biting to-night
Like memories.

Memories, northern memories,
Bitter-stinging white world that bore us
Subsiding into this night.

Call it moonrise
This red anathema?

Rise, thou red thing,
Unfold slowly upwards, blood-dark;
Burst the night's membrane of tranquil stars

The red Macula.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thank you jupiter for bearing the brunt of the cosmos' indifferent rage.