Thursday, December 3, 2009

Galileo's Daughter



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

16 comments:

Riot Kitty said...

How *do* you do it?

Cloudia said...

Yeah! How DO you do it?!

*Clap Clap*

Aloha, Friend!


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Fareed said...

The smart ladies without mercy? Magic it was really. Thanks for sharing.

Kay said...

sounds like she has found her own self-play dough ;)

Tabitha Bird said...

Lovely. The title itself had me. :)

Shadow said...

you have taken me to a beautiful place...

Dulce said...

Just perfect. The kind of work I love from you my friend... How you do it they ask... SO easy for a goddess poetess!!!

Fireblossom said...

Thank you, friends. :-)

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Daryl said...

Ah this is where the myth/lore of the sirens comes from ..

jinksy said...

Definitely a star studded poem. :)

K said...

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.

Steve E said...

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!

mac said...

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

:-)

Mama Zen said...

I could lose myself in this.

Pouty Lips said...

You are the star.