The lepidopterist and writer, Vladimir Nabokov said of the gap between science and art:
'a mere dimple of a ditch that a small frog could straddle'.
The lepidopterist and writer, Vladimir Nabokov said of the gap between science and art:
'a mere dimple of a ditch that a small frog could straddle'.
From this, the universe
In its industrial age,
With all the stars lit up
Roaring, banging, spitting,
Their black ash settling
Into every form of life,
You might look back with longing
To the weightlessness, the elemental,
Of the early years.
As leaning out the window
You might see a child
Going down the road,
A red balloon,
A little bit of pure Big Bang,
Bobbing at the end of her string
Note: Most of the helium in the universe was created in the Big Bang.
Rebecca Elson was an astrophysicist and poet.
We astronomers are nomads,
Merchants, circus people,
All the earth our tent.
We are industrious.
We breed enthusiasms,
Honour our responsibility to awe.
But the universe has moved a long way off.
Sometimes, I confess,
Starlight seems too sharp,
And like the moon
I bend my face to the ground,
To the small patch where each foot falls,
Before it falls,
And I forget to ask questions,
And only count things.
by Rebecca Elson,astophysicist and poet