I visited an astronomer, his telescope raised to heaven,
but saw nothing in the dark: the sky was full of cloud,
not a star between; how sad to be in Greenwich,
the turf of Wren and Flamsteed, blind, on such a night.
Exploring the past is like exploring the heavens. We never know when conditions will allow us to see clearly. This was a generation ago, when work and cities obscured the way ahead. Much like heavy cloud or an unwieldy telescope…
but saw nothing in the dark: the sky was full of cloud,
not a star between; how sad to be in Greenwich,
the turf of Wren and Flamsteed, blind, on such a night.
© BH, 2024
Exploring the past is like exploring the heavens. We never know when conditions will allow us to see clearly. This was a generation ago, when work and cities obscured the way ahead. Much like heavy cloud or an unwieldy telescope…
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