Poems used with permission of the author or publisher, were submitted as part of our community poetry prompts, or are in the public domain. Photo by William Franklin, Creative Commons license via Flickr. Maureen Doallas, author of Neruda’s Memoirs 10. Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars. In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, Till sights and sounds with thought combine Here let me pause.-These transient facts, What means that thrilling, drilling scream, What mystic fish, that, ghostlike, through To the Chief Musician upon Nabla: A Tyndallic Ode Pass a list, fix the syntax, import all the variables.Ĭomment your lines and indent where necessary, The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree? The Elfin from the green grass, and from me Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car, To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Why preyest thou thus upon the poet’s heart, Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art! To help you test the hypothesis, here are 10 great science poems. One could also wonder if the opposite would be true. It could be argued, I suppose, that without science there might be no poetry. Much of poetry is about science, whether it is overt, as in Vachel Lindsay’s “The Horrid Voice of Science” in which he expresses a morbid desire for those who think in such terms to “soon lie / Underground” or Whitman’s “When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer, ” or the poems of nature like Christina Rossetti’s “Who Has Seen the Wind?” which speaks of scientific phenomena with more nuance. And sure, if you’ve been reading a lot of Hallmark cards and then pick up a sestina, it might feel like you’ve just been called to the blackboard and handed a piece of chalk in that physics class you always slept through.īut poetry is not rocket science, except to the extent to which poetry and science work together. There are those who, in expression of their various poetry-oriented anxieties, would say that poetry feels like rocket science.
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