Dear
Members, Alumni, & Friends of the JSMT:
Sunday,
November 8th marks the 20th birthday of the Quotemail
emailing list AND the 20th birthday of my younger cousin, Zenaida. In
honor of these two birthdays, and the longstanding interest in astronomy that I
share with many of our listmembers, here’s a selection of my favorite poems
about the Pleiades star cluster (a/k/a M45, the Seven Sisters, etc.), which is
visible all night long during the month of November. We begin with an
invocation to Urania, the Greek Muse of Astronomy:
From Paradise
Lost: Book 7, Lines 1-20
By John
Milton (1608-1674)
Descend
from Heaven, Urania, by that name
If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine
Following, above the Olympian hill I soar,
Above the flight of Pegasean wing!
The meaning, not the name, I call: for thou
Nor of the Muses nine, nor on the top
Of old Olympus dwellest; but, heavenly-born,
Before the hills appeared, or fountain flowed,
Thou with eternal Wisdom didst converse,
Wisdom thy sister, and with her didst play
In presence of the Almighty Father, pleased
With thy celestial song. Up led by thee
Into the Heaven of Heavens I have presumed,
An earthly guest, and drawn empyreal air,
Thy tempering: with like safety guided down
Return me to my native element:
Lest from this flying steed unreined, (as once
Bellerophon, though from a lower clime,)
Dismounted, on the Aleian field I fall,
Erroneous there to wander, and forlorn.
If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine
Following, above the Olympian hill I soar,
Above the flight of Pegasean wing!
The meaning, not the name, I call: for thou
Nor of the Muses nine, nor on the top
Of old Olympus dwellest; but, heavenly-born,
Before the hills appeared, or fountain flowed,
Thou with eternal Wisdom didst converse,
Wisdom thy sister, and with her didst play
In presence of the Almighty Father, pleased
With thy celestial song. Up led by thee
Into the Heaven of Heavens I have presumed,
An earthly guest, and drawn empyreal air,
Thy tempering: with like safety guided down
Return me to my native element:
Lest from this flying steed unreined, (as once
Bellerophon, though from a lower clime,)
Dismounted, on the Aleian field I fall,
Erroneous there to wander, and forlorn.
“On the
Beach at Night”
By Walt
Whitman (1819-1892)
On the
beach at night,
Stands a
child with her father,
Watching
the east, the autumn sky.
Up through
the darkness,
While
ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
Lower
sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
Amid a
transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
Ascends
large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
And nigh at
hand, only a very little above,
Swim the
delicate sisters the Pleiades.
From the
beach the child holding the hand of her father,
Those
burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,
Watching,
silently weeps.
Weep not,
child,
Weep not, my darling,
Weep not, my darling,
With these
kisses let me remove your tears,
The
ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall
not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition,
Jupiter
shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the Pleiades shall emerge,
They are
immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall shine out again,
The great
stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure,
The vast
immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall again shine.
Then
dearest child mournest thou only for Jupiter?
Considerest
thou alone the burial of the stars?
Something
there is,
(With my
lips soothing thee, adding I whisper,
I give thee
the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,)
Something
there is more immortal even than the stars,
(Many the
burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)
Something
that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter
Longer than
sun or any revolving satellite,
Or the
radiant sisters the Pleiades.
From
“Locksley Hall”
By
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
Many a
night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest,
Did I look
on great Orion sloping slowly to the West.
Many a
night I saw the Pleiads, rising through' the mellow shade,
Glitter
like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Here about
the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime
With the
fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time;
When the
centuries behind me like a fruitful land reposed;
When I
clung to all the present for the promise that it closed:
When I
dipped into the future far as human eye could see;
Saw the
Vision of the world and all the wonder that would be.—
From The
Works and Days (Lines 383 ff.)
By
Hesiod (fl. 8th century BCE)
“When the
Pleiades, Atlas’ daughters, start to rise, begin your harvest; plough when they
go down. For forty days and nights, they hide themselves, and as the year rolls
round, appear again when you begin to sharpen sickle-blades; this law holds on
the plains and by the sea, and in the mountain valleys, fertile lands far from
the swelling sea.”
The
Pleiades (Photo Credit: NASA – Public Domain)
HAPPY 20TH
BIRTHDAY TO QUOTEMAIL AND TO MY COUSIN, ZENAIDA!
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