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ON VIEWING IMAGES FROM THE HUBBLE TELESCOPE (For February Contest)

Mine are the eyes of our ancient beings
Who chose the night sky for their worshiping;
In the black of space are shapes of bright
Beasts and gods dressed in robes of white,
Creators of a universe knowable from dream-
And now the telescopic images reach deep
In the mind; stars and comets alive in flight
Exhilarating spectacles with exploding light.

A million generations have passed
For the small science of the big blast-
We detect dark matter, subatomic gasses,
That bore the universe in an endless second
To billions of years before the Armageddon.
Yet time is our creation, time is our dimension!
This picture of colliding nebula and suns
Happened eons ago in the cosmic oceans.

The compounds that compose me
Are from first men who gazed on galaxies
And believed only what their eyes could see;
In the unknowable vastness of stars
I too reach the limit of understanding.
I anoint my latest gods upon the pulsars;
O allow me superstition that I might pray
Like those ancient beings, just yesterday.

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A pulsar is a highly magnetized, rotating neutron star that emits a beam of electromagnetic radiation. This radiation can be observed only when the beam of emission is pointing toward Earth (much the way a lighthouse can be seen only when the light is pointed in the direction of an observer)… "A million generations..." - as humanity is between 250-400,000 years old, I think that's about right.
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Comments

This poem has all the trimmings to win the contest...

small suggestion...instead of {for contest) in the title make it (for February contest)

best wishes...

raj (sublime_ocean)

I am tempted to suggest that the title may need to be changed ...something like From the Hubble Bubbles..

Regards...

raj (sublime_ocean)

I've updated to Feb contest.

I take for granted you are familiar with the Hubble Telescope. If not, take a look at the stuff it is sending back from outer space. Many scientists consider it one of humanities greatest achievements.
Mind blowing images.

...

Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

author comment

that you managed to show a little of the vastness and the mystery of the universe and the effect that it has on you, us and all of our ancestors before us. I particularly was impressed by the last stanza and the lines: "I too reach the limit of understanding
I anoint my latest gods upon the pulsars
Oh allow me superstition that I might pray
Like those ancient beings, just yesterday"

Nice work! ~ Gee.
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