Johannes Kepler

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    Johannes Kepler

     

    I see the skies bleed

    But mother tells of a comet

    Unearthed by the eyes of Tycho

     

    Oh Kepler, desire threads to study at Tubingen

    The notes that tell of the lord

    To minister as Luther did

    But fate unsheathes a scholar

    That will perceive the heavens

    Through the eyes of mathematics

    Even Tycho cannot deny

    Sift through the works of Witelo

    To learn of the ways of light

    Between Ptolemy’s Geocentriscm

    And Copernicus’ Heliocentrism who is right

     

    Truly the heavens hide a mystery

    The sun is the heart of the universe

    Aspersed by giant earths as though by strings

     

    I imagine myself as if on mars

    For to behold a certain truth

    The earth wanes in its pace

    As it tests its string

    All must sojourn in ellipses

     

    Kepler, wither thy work in Latin prose

    Like the clouds of Venus?

    If thy brethren fail to comprehend

    Wither their blame?

     

    In these times when Europe draws

    Closer to the night

    For to decimate and plunder in God’s name

    Germany shall not be spared

     

    I will pray with you

    As even thy mother is not safe

    From the witch-hunters rage

     

    I am a Lutheran

    Even if my wages be denied me

    I will not bow to Rome

    Be it in Graz or Benatky

     

    Contentions spare not even Lutherans

    This I know

    Makes me wonder why man be such

    That he cannot learn from the harmony

    Of the heavens

     

    A gift I offer to the world

    As the ‘Rudolphine Tables’

    For to every seeker of the cosmos

    Before my head I lay to rest in Regensburg

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    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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