Still Life with Gratitude
The heavens call to you and revolve about you,
showing to you their eternal beauties;
and your eye is still gazing upon the earth.
—Dante, Purgatorio
showing to you their eternal beauties;
and your eye is still gazing upon the earth.
—Dante, Purgatorio
One day, the scientists tell us, every star in the universe
will burn out, the galaxies gradually blackening until
the last light flares and falls returning the all to darkness
where it will remain until the end of what we have come
where it will remain until the end of what we have come
to think of as time. But even in the dark, time would go on,
bold in its black cloak, no shade, no shadow,
bold in its black cloak, no shade, no shadow,
