Galileo's Telescope
by
Leeann Monat
copyright 12-20-2005
Age Rating: 7 to 127
Galileo, dust off your telescope and
clean the rusty lens.
Aim it towards Jupiter and bask in
the warm, orange glow.
Stretch your hand out to the stars
and grab hold of the first one you see.
Alas, poor Galileo, what troubles you?
Can you not see the golden
field of stars?
I too only see a gray fog
that envelopes the sky.
Alas, dear Galileo, you cannot
stroke the stars?
They slip from your hands, you say?
They escape from my grasp as well.
Let us pack away the telescope
and use it on another occasion.
When we are able to see the warm orange
of Jupiter and feel the stars'
open arms, however far away they may be.
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I love the way your poetry makes me think about things in new ways. I loved the narrator conversing with Galileo - and so naturally as with an old friend. And I loved the way that I was drawn into the poem by its seductive seeming-simplicity only to discovery it was much more complex than it had seemed at first sight.
I liked Deborah's take on what was going on. It certainly fits.
For me, the poem made me think that in a sense you (or I or anyone else) was or at least was like Galileo. To have discovered something new and to have seen with new clarity and with awe; to see what happens if we try to recapture the joy and excitement of that moment but discover that its not the same (repetition or familiarity or other new reading or experience or thought somehow dulls that vision and there is no longer that joy and awe); and to hope that we can recapture that moment -- but not just now.
If it were just you and me together looking towards the sky, oh what wonders would we see just looking at the stars. But today the eyes they seem cloudy and the sky has hid the day, I must go back inside without out you and figure out some other way to play.
I am so glad that Debby saw the absolute wonderfulness of this poem so I can now comment without sounding like a "proud Grandma". From the first time you wrote this, it has been my favorite. The originality shines and the metaphors have depth and imagination. Deb is right on about your use of Galileo, especially with the personal history that surrounds him. This poem has so many levels that it makes me itch to discuss and debate it with someone. The dichotomy of the underlying theme of hope and despair is so original and freshly put that you have taken an old theme and infused it with a new profundity...Maybe I do sound like a proud Grandma...but the talent and originality you show in your writing more than justifies my pride in you.