||[Feb. 8th, 2005|09:34 am]
It seems like the Hubble Space telescope is wheeling closer and will soon be caught by gravity and pulled back to earth.|
There's not enough money to fix it.
"Oh," I went and "Ah," but then I read how it's no longer the newest piece of kit and there's a telescope in Hawaii that's twice as powerful.
So let's not be sentimental. We'll just be losing the equipment, not the science.
Here's a poem I wrote a few years back, when those amazing photographs started coming in. I think I'd just been given a book of them for my birthday.
HUBBLE DEEP FIELD
A tiny point of unfussed space,
Above the north galactic pole,
No stars or anything visible
To your common or garden telescope,
And, look, look, there's galaxies-
Like specks, flecks, sparks, whorls
In a chunk of granite- white ones, blue ones,
Red ones, discs with rims of gold,
Fifteen hundred, all of them billions
Of light years distant.
I'm not yet used
To these big numbers.
Three thousand years
That's all- will carry us back to Homer
Who, thanks to the trick of script,
Gave us our first good look at ourselves.
Wives and old men on the wall
Watch as the young men fight and die
Far off, light flaring from their bronze.