". . . Astronomy conducts Poetry to . . . [the] . . .
observatory and enjoys her amazement at the
spectacle of that storm of suns forever blowing
in the midnight sky."
---George Gilfillin, "Female Authors," in
Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, vol. 14, 1847,
p. 623
Many summer, weekend nights on our c.b.;
chats, pleasant on home channel, twenty-two;
but the most romantic had to be
the words exchanged between Astronomy
and his beloved, Lady Poetry.
Gossips whispered: a (slightly) chubby geek,
enamored of this recent spring's prom queen,
to whom (by high school's rules) he should not speak.
He told her why the sky is brown on Mars;
and how light is created in the stars.
Then she asked him about each constellation
that she could name---to give a long duration
(beyond, I think, his wildest expectation)
to this, a most unusual conversation,
beyond the scope of what we thought or knew.
