Sit On This In Florence Galileo’s finger in a crystal glass Gives the sign to the Museo attendant; Points to the sun and its spots, sometimes Toward Venus, sometimes at Jupiter’s moons, Or at the pendulum swing of a chandelier Or falling matter from the Tower of Pisa. Whenever the security guard on nightshift passes He stops and asks why on Earth he didn’t recant His Copernican heresies to the Papal Inquisition? “All you had to do was say it wasn’t true!” Sometimes the withered finger points to the tide- Dragging moon, at spaces between stars, The place where the sun has sped on from. The guard treads on, sweeping his flashlight. Sometimes we’re right Sometimes we’re wrong Behind him, Galileo’s finger gives him the sign.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Apr 2014 08:28:56 +0000
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