Now That No One Looking

Now that no one looking at the night—
Sky blanked by leakage from electric lamps
And headlights prowling through the parking lot
Could recognize the Babylonian dance
That once held every gazer; now that spoons
And scales, and swordsmen battling with beasts
Have decomposed into a few stars strewn
Illegibly across an empty space,
Maybe the old unfalsifiable
Predictions and extrapolated spheres
No longer need to be an obstacle
To hearing what it is the stars declare:
That there are things created of a size
We can't and weren't meant to understand,
As fish know nothing of the sun that writes
Its bright glyphs on the black waves overhead.

by Adam Kirsch

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Wonderful poem...We can't and weren't meant to understand, As fish know nothing of the sun that writes Its bright glyphs on the black waves overhead.
From the title, I expected little, but this poem surprised me. Very deep. I especially enjoyed the lines there are things created of a size We can't and weren't meant to understand Thanks for sharing and congrats on Poem of the Day!
nice one..... We are moving away Far away Never to return For positive turn
Very nice to read. Thanks for sharing.
Thought provoking poem with enjoyable rhyme. Thanks for sharing.8 points.
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