Wednesday, July 22, 2009

solar ecliptic poetry

Archilochus describing a solar eclipse of April 6, 648 B.C.

Nothing there is beyond hope, nothing that can be sworn impossible, nothing wonderful, since Zeus, father of the Olympians, made night from mid-day, hiding the light of the shining Sun, and sore fear came upon men.



"The Eclipse of the Sun, 1820"
- William Wordsworth

High on her speculative tower
Stood Science waiting for the hour
When Sol was destined to endure
That darkening of his radiant face
Which Superstition strove to chase,
Erewhile, with rites impure.


Paradise Lost
- John Milton

As when the Sun, new risen,
Looks through the horizontal misty air,
Shorn of his beams,or from behind the Moon,
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds
On half the nations, and with fear of change
Perplexes monarchs.

2 comments:

willow said...

truly a solar eclipse is like poetry in motion!

ps my word verification was wally...thought it was funny!

Georgie K. Buttons said...

I would love to see one of those some day.