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Everything i need... right here in this poem... just soul reaching gorgeous!

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At 70 it is the roar and cocophany of eons. This is pure poetics. This is the clash of now with aesthetic. Well said!

Re-reading this, I find it even more thrilling now that I am a bit more familiar with your work.  I have to revisit this poem ever so often, because I always get a rush from it. 

I was going to send this comment by private message, but then again, your greatness is such that, in my eccentric way, I think other readers need to hear the reference.  I don't know if you remember, or have ever seen, the old science fiction series, Outer Limits, from the early sixties.  As well as giving a very poetic interpretation to its science fiction tales, it also ended each episode with a montage of photographs from, I believe, Mount Palomar's observatories.  Much as I loved the stories in this series, I loved the closing montage even more.  As the credits rolled, I watched with awe these photographs of the cosmos, photographs which were, at that time, the cutting edge of astronomy (although well surpassed, now, by the Hubble's pictures).  I said all that to say this:  reading your distinguished poems, all of them written in what I call the PATRICIAN style, brings to me the same awe, the same thrill, and the same sense of "Not nearly enough, I want much more," as when I, as a little kid, and as a high school student (during Saturday afternoon reruns), felt each time I could watch that all too brief montage.

I am screaming in rapture over here - at every daring image approaching and shelving the sublime.  Now, about this book of beyond... :D ~S~

This poem contains another key to your overall poetic accomplishment---to interpret the voices from the book of beyond.

I think the collegiate/academic world of higher education needs to demand that students of astronomy/physics/cosmology be required to read your poetry during introductory courses to those three topics.  Hawking may have been anle to describe the cosmos mathematically, but you describe it poetically---which is a higher calling.  I have long believed that we are here to appreciate the cosmos, to give it expression as its mouthpiece (for lack of a better term):  you demonstrate, in all dimensions, how that vocation is to be carried out.  Had I read this poetry when I was an undergrad, back in the days of the dinosaurs, I might have signed up for the astronomy courses there.