by Glen Martin Fitch
Night gazer,
see the works that fill the skies.
Each orb was placed there
by some humble hand.
Yet even while
their brilliance mystifies,
you wonder
what each wise creator planned.
Above spot Ovid's Venus,
Homer's Mars.
See Sidney's Stella,
Chaucer's Milky Way.
Spy Spenser's Queene,
Milton's ringing stars
and Shakespeare's Zodiac
in bright array.
Through Galileo's eye
you clearly see
the full design,
as seasons cycle true.
Our minds must order.
Your task is to chart
the form
of heaven's great anatomy;
for with your cosmic vision vast
you view
the ever-growing galaxy of art.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011