You have broken limits and uncovered a primordial population of compact and ultra-blue galaxies I’ve never seen.
The deeper you look into space, the farther back in time I travel.
You show me galaxies as they were 13 billion years ago, a trifling 600 million to 800 million years after the Big Bang that some claim never happened.
Pity such limited vision.
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Sweetly expressed sentiment of a far night sky! Well, “sweetly” is just one stance of several here. Nice “appreciative” (there’s one more word) take on this found-poem (and the image too). Funny, in the best of sense, how science itself is yes, as an observant eye, becomes poetry itself.
Wm. Stafford said, we are born that way (then most of us stop), but more broadly – why not! We are born into an existence that is poetic itself, so why shouldn’t we be the same? Good poem and post, and to remind us what we see and don’t see every night. Thanks Deb.
Thanks for reading it, Neil. And commenting.
I like the idea that observation is poetry. I think it’s because I don’t have latent writerly talent, but I am a keen observer.
I like this a lot and totally agree with the sentiment in that last line.
Hubble images put me in a poetic place. So does the periodic table of the elements — a masterpiece of observation in itself.
OMG, I know what you mean about the period tables. I must send you a Flickr link to a beautiful one I stumbled on a few years ago.