The Astronomer's Lecture

We learn in spurts, not seminars,

And I fair putzed around until

These puffy envelopes of stars

Became these happy blobs at will.

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O, mushy mess—O, Bear, O, Plough,

All matter dark, all forces stretched;

How drawn we are together now,

On each our blackened surface etched.

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How hard to capture you in slides—

Bright chaos with its winged effects;

Infalling satellites and tides,

Those distant clouds your dust reflects.

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Forgive this misdirected scope,

No center does my Hubble seek;

But scours the black for scuffs of hope,

While asteroids do spark and streak.

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Yes, Cassiopeia, alright;

Andromeda, gone smudged to gray:

I watch you run and dance at night;

I dream of you asleep all day.

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