“When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer”

None of my drafts felt right for publication today, so I decided to end this week with a poem by Walt Whitman.

When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer 

When I heard the learn’d astronomer;

When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in

   columns before me;

When I was shown the charts and the diagrams,

    to add, divide, and measure them;

When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he

     lectured with much applause in the lecture-


How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and


Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by


In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to


Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.


My Wish

My you have clear skies this weekend so you may look up in perfect silence – enjoy the view.


Coming tomorrow and Sunday more “Weekend Wisdom.”