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“When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer” — 1 Comment

  1. Several years ago, I had the temerity to “update” Walt Whitman’s poem:

    When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
    When the robotic probe data were ranged in columns before me,
    When I was shown the Hubble Space Telescope images, to ponder the color pallet employed,
    And wonder’d how the displayed object might actually look to a human eye, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
    How soon I, desiring to see for myself,
    In an instant became tired and sick,
    When rising and gliding out, and wandering off by myself
    Into the degraded and despoiled night-air, from time to time,
    Look’d up amidst an incessant background of racing automobile engines, At that which once had been the mystical stars.

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