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[salonduthe]

FUTURA VECCHIA, NEW YEAR’S EVE

by Rebecca Elson

Returning, like the Earth

To the same point in space,

We go softly to the comfort of destruction,

And consume in flames

A school of fish,

A pair of hens,

A mountain poplar with its moss.

A shiver of sparks sweeps round

The dark shoulder of the Earth,

Frisson of recognition,

Preparation for another voyage,

And our own gentle bubbles

Float curious and mute

Towards the black lake

Boiling with light,

Towards the sharp night

Whistling with sound.

#quote #poem #rebecca elson #the new year

[manwalksintobar]

Antidotes to Fear of Death  // Rebecca Elson

Sometimes as an antidote To fear of death, I eat the stars.

Those nights, lying on my back, I suck them from the quenching dark Til they are all, all inside me, Pepper hot and sharp.

Sometimes, instead, I stir myself Into a universe still young, Still warm as blood:

No outer space, just space, The light of all the not yet stars Drifting like a bright mist, And all of us, and everything Already there But unconstrained by form.

And sometime it’s enough To lie down here on earth Beside our long ancestral bones:

To walk across the cobble fields Of our discarded skulls, Each like a treasure, like a chrysalis, Thinking: whatever left these husks Flew off on bright wings.

#poetry #Rebecca Elson #Canadian poetry #astronomy #awe #mortality #stars #poems of praise

[scatteredprayerbeads]

- Rebecca Elson, A Responsibility to Awe

ID: That was the week it rained As if the world thought it could begin again In all the innocence of mud, And we just stayed there By the window, watching, So aloof from our amphibious desires That we didn’t recognise The heaviness we took to be Dissatisfaction with the weather To be, in fact, the memory After buoyancy, of weight, Of belly scraping over beach. We didn’t notice, in our restlessness, The webbed toes twitching in our socks, The itch of evolution, Or its possibilities.

#evolution #poem #rebecca elson #science #biology #wonder and awe #rain #children #the innocence of mud

[strle]

Sometimes as an antidote To fear of death, I eat the stars. Those nights, lying on my back, I suck them from the quenching dark Til they are all, all inside me, Pepper hot and sharp. Sometimes, instead, I stir myself Into a universe still young, Still warm as blood: No outer space, just space, The light of all the not yet stars Drifting like a bright mist, And all of us, and everything Already there But unconstrained by form. And sometime it’s enough To lie down here on earth Beside our long ancestral bones: To walk across the cobble fields Of our discarded skulls, Each like a treasure, like a chrysalis, Thinking: whatever left these husks Flew off on bright wings.

Poem of the week: Antidotes to Fear of Death by Rebecca Elson | Poetry | The Guardian

#Rebecca Elson #Poetry #death

[bogprophet]

i am going insane

#poetry #words #rebecca elson #a responsibility to awe #i fucking love poems about astronomy

[writinginnorthnorfolk]

Searching for Dark Matter

We could search the skywith the naked eyeor the ocean bedbut, when all is said, there’s enough darkmatter in a symphony,a masterpiece of art,prose or poetry. What the eye can’t seein heaven or below the sea,is hidden deepin our hearts and souls. Why do we feel the needto explore black holes(or alcohol in dark bars)for the dimmest stars? Kim M. Russell, 4th January 2024 This is my poem for…

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#dverse Poets Pub #Let There Always Be Light (Searching For Dark Matter) #Like a Hurricane #Neil Young #Open Link Night #Rebecca Elson

[underthefeather]

Antidotes to fear of death

Sometimes as an antidote To fear of death, I eat the stars.

Those nights, lying on my back, I suck them from the quenching dark Til they are all, all inside me, Pepper hot and sharp.

Sometimes, instead, I stir myself Into a universe still young, Still warm as blood:

No outer space, just space, The light of all the not yet stars Drifting like a bright mist, And all of us, and everything Already there But unconstrained by form.

And sometime it’s enough To lie down here on earth Beside our long ancestral bones:

To walk across the cobble fields Of our discarded skulls, Each like a treasure, like a chrysalis, Thinking: whatever left these husks Flew off on bright wings.

— Rebecca Elson

#antidotes to fear of death #poetry #poem #death #stars #space #rebecca elson #astronomer #poet #female poets

[birdandvine]

FUTURA VECCHIA, NEW YEAR’S EVE

Returning, like the Earth To the same point in space, We go softly to the comfort of destruction,

And consume in flames A school of fish, A pair of hens, A mountain poplar with its moss.

A shiver of sparks sweeps round The dark shoulder of the Earth, Frisson of recognition, Preparation for another voyage,

And our own gentle bubbles Float curious and mute Towards the black lake Boiling with light, Towards the sharp night Whistling with sound.

- Rebecca Elson

#poetry #poem #new years eve #mindfulness #contemplation #universe #rebecca elson

[thefoxsbookofdays]

2nd January

Sometimes as an antidote To fear of death, I eat the stars.

Rebecca Elson Poet-Astronomer. Born on this day

#rebecca elson #poet

[violettesiren]

You cannot say You did not know, Those singed nights Spinning in the dust, One wing gone And half your six legs spent.

But oh, that flame, How it held you So sweet In the palm of its light.

Moth by Rebecca Elson

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[blogdemocratesjr]

#Rebecca Elson #poetry

[susiemcbeth]

We are survivors of immeasurable events, Flung upon some reach of land, Small, wet miracles without instructions, Only the imperative of change.

Rebecca Elson, “Evolution”

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[jonathanjudge]

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[scatteredprayerbeads]

DARK MATTER

Above a pond, An unseen filament Of spider’s floss Suspends a slowly Spinning leaf.

- Rebecca Elson

#poem #rebecca elson #space #dark matter #astronomy #science #the seen and unseen #fave

[beguines]

Rebecca A.W. Elson

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[pers-books]

Sometimes as an antidote To fear of death, I eat the stars. Those nights, lying on my back, I suck them from the quenching dark Till they are all, all inside me, Pepper hot and sharp. Sometimes, instead, I stir myself Into a universe still young, Still warm as blood: No outer space, just space, The light of all the not yet stars Drifting like a bright mist, And all of us, and everything Already there But unconstrained by form. And sometimes it's enough To lie down here on earth Beside our long ancestral bones: To walk across the cobble fields Of our discarded skulls, Each like a treasure, like a chrysalis, Thinking: whatever left these husks Flew off on bright wings.

Antidote to the Fear of Death - Rebecca Elson

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