I stumbled upon this old archive at DiscoBlog of poems dedicated to science. It looks like they only wrote 8 of them, but there’s obviously so much more than can be artfully described in word about science. I think Robert Frost always does a great job in the “worship nature” category. In fact most of my favorite poets write about their undying love and respect for nature. (“Leaves of Grass“ anyone?) Maybe we should start a write-in campaign to bring the science poems back to DiscoBlog? Or maybe I could feature one here?
Here’s one I liked in particular featured on DiscoBlog:
By Solomon Ibn Gabirol
With the ink of its showers and rains
With the quill of its lightning, with the
Hand of its clouds, winter wrote a letter
Upon the garden, in purple and blue
No artist could conceive the like of that.
And this is why the earth, grown
Jealous of the sky, embroidered stars in
The folds of the flower beds.
I’m also going to throw one in by good old Frostie just for kicks…the first part of “Birches”
by: Robert Frost
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.
But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-coloured
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun’s warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You’d think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
Read the whole poem
Know any good poems about science? Written any yourself? Post them in the comments, and I might feature them in a future post!