
Galileo's daughter looks through a telescope at the stars.
To her, they seem very feminine--
She feels that she would like to dance with them
And make men weak-kneed with desire.
Galileo's daughter pauses next to a fountain and sees the stars reflected in the water.
To her, they seem like white horses drawing a carriage--
The carriage is night and she is riding in it,
Only to stop at a fountain so that she can look in.
Her father's friends call her "child" though she is twenty-two.
They set out their hearts like charts,
And like a latitudinal line,
She splits them.
Galileo's daughter lays on her back like a boy, determined to count the stars.
To her, they are like salt spilled across a cloth which then overturns into the oceans.
She steals a sextant and takes up life at sea, the shores of which are her skin.
All through the dog days, she plays Sirius to a series of lovers;
The boys won't last the summer,
But the girls sing rondeaux
And dance in the most beautiful arrangements
Beyond the ken of stunned scientists
At their instruments.
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Art by Dante Rossetti























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The smart ladies without mercy? Magic it was really. Thanks for sharing.
sounds like she has found her own self-play dough ;)
Lovely. The title itself had me. :)
you have taken me to a beautiful place...
Just perfect. The kind of work I love from you my friend... How you do it they ask... SO easy for a goddess poetess!!!
Thank you, friends. :-)
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Ah this is where the myth/lore of the sirens comes from ..
Definitely a star studded poem. :)
Beautiful as always!
Did you read the novel about his daughter that was popular a few years ago? Apparently, his actual daughter spent her life shut up in a nunnery. So sad.
FireBlossom, I feel SO outclassed when I come to your blog, but I have to comment, even if just to let you know that.
Thanks for allowing me glimpses into your world, that of writer extraordinaire!
OK, I'll admit it.
I came for the cute girl without a shirt.
I stayed for the BEAUTIFUL words written below her.
I commented for myself, I do so enjoy your writing
:-)
I could lose myself in this.
You are the star.
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