Ranging in all directions
By a year’s voyage of starlight–
A cloud of fragmented stars,
Pulverized worlds and worlds to be,
Far-ranging atoms left from a primordial burst,
And a wispy haze of vague conceivings
That flit into and out of being…
The unnumbered motes squeeze their common distance
Out to the vastness from which they came.
And degree by grave degree
They merge their mass till all is one
And one falls into itself,
Igniting under its own unity
To light its whirling nursery.
3 thoughts on “Nativitas Stellae”
Beautiful! These are my favorite lines- “And degree by grave degree They merge their mass till all is one And one falls into itself,”
These words could relate to many things…not just the stars.
Thanks, Rita. I was hoping someone else would see it that way.
Paul – Beautiful imagery! I have read and reread this 3-4 times, and each time come away with something new, or a parcel that I missed on an earlier go. Unnumbered motes – I love this! It is just perfect imagery and description, sounding just what I imagine them to be – pieces of non-descript nothing. Motes. I love it.
This will take time to decipher and I am happy for the challenge. Thank you for an enticingly beautiful post.