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A new graphic and title for this page, which features prose and poems about our night skies and our Universe, whom we share with many distant friends we have not yet met.  The new page title reflects the name of my future observatory here in Arizona: Palominas Star Haven Observatory.

'Stars' by Sara Teasdale

'February Twilight'
by Sara Teasdale

Alone in the night
 On a dark hill
With pines around me
 Spicy and still,

And a heaven full of stars 
 Over my head,
White and topaz
 And misty red;

Myriads with beating
 Hearts of fire
That aeons
 Cannot vex or tire;
Up the dome of heaven
 Like a great hill,
I watch them marching
 Stately and still,
And I know that I
 Am honored to be
Witness
 Of so much majesty.

I stood beside a hill
Smooth with new-laid snow,
A single star looked out
From the cold evening glow.

There was no other creature
That saw what I could see--
I stood and watched the evening star
As long as it watched me.

 

 

 

'The New Moon' by Sara Teasdale 
Day, you have bruised and beaten me,
As rain beats down the bright, proud sea,
Beaten my body, bruised my soul,
Left me nothing lovely or whole --
Yet I have wrested a gift from you,
Day that dies in dusky blue:

For suddenly over the factories
I saw a moon in the cloudy seas --
A wisp of beauty all alone
In a world as hard and gray as stone --
Oh who could be bitter and want to die
When a maiden moon wakes up in the sky?

 

NIGHT IS MY COMPANION

No shadows fall where I stand,
no sounds disturb my wonderland.
The celestial dome is spinning its dance,
sweeping me up as in an avalanche.
My companion lets unfold the Universe,
the expanse of which I long to traverse.

I crest the night not knowing a dream,
but of visions far greater supreme.
The companion and I explore the deep,
to forever treasure the mysteries it keeps.
All too soon the cosmic dance is through,
and I must wait for our next rendezvous.

Doug Snyder 11-22-98

 

Bright Star!

Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art-
  Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
  Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priest-like task
  Of pure ablution round Earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
  Of snow upon the mountains and the moors -

No - yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
  Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
  Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
Half-passionless, and so swoon on to death.

_John Keats

Into  The   Seas  Ahead

I cannot now stand on Titanic's bow,
to hold my love, to view together an ocean of blue.
While fate propels us into an unknown azurean sea,
who is there to watch over our journey?
I fear it is the seaman.

Nightly, my love and I ride Earth's bow,
Standing together, a view of God's infinity ahead.
While fate propels us into an unknown cosmic sea,
who is there to watch over our journey?
I hope it is the astronomer.

doug snyder

 

I Had No Idea....I Had No Idea
An upwards gaze towards the darkened sky
A glimse I took of stars on high.
Where might I journey to tonight,
What fabled myth will fill my sight?
I Had No Idea....I Had No Idea
An upwards gaze towards the east,
I then beheld the rising of the beast.
The star of its heart appearing like celestial fire,
What secrets can I learn before I tire?
I Had No Idea....I Had No Idea
An upwards gaze through the glass,
And now my soul allows eternity to pass.
What lies beyond, I quietly ask, this view of majestic grandeur?
And the Universe silently returns it answer,
You Have No Idea....You Have No Idea.
(D. S. - Inspired by the movie "Contact")

 

 

Fear Of Phobophobia
When very young I professed pantophobia.
Now drawn to the wonders of astronomy,
I no longer have to tremble with the feelings
of scotophobia or siderophobia.
Yes, I am no longer considered to be nyctophobic .

But oh, how my heart shrieks in terror when my
nephelophobia and eosophobia rear their ugly heads.
Fortunately, the Sun will set tonight (but will it!?)
and I can once again come face-to-face with my apeirophobia, 
the worst of them all.

Doug S.    9-2-98 *

 

Songbird
As my hands cradle the softly feathered  songbird,
How I yearn for its melodic radiance to be heard.
The songbird  of  majestic plumage now ascends into the night,
Prismatic wings glistening in pale moonlight.
The Nightingale, the Canary, the Oriole - Oh,  such delight!
Do other souls  see  rainbows at night,
And the swirling visions of  songbirds in flight?
As my eyes cradle the unshadowed hues of a night sky serene,
How I yearn for its silent radiance to be seen.
The songbird of majestic lore now ascends into the night,
Prismatic stars glistening in pale moonlight.
The Aquila, the Cygnus, the Tucana - Oh, such  delight!
Do other souls  see rainbows at night,
And the swirling visions of stars alight?
(d.s. 9/23/98)

 

When   my    hour   has   come
let   no   teardrop   fall
and   no   darkness   hover
round   me   where   I   lie.
Let   the   vastness   call
one   who   was   its   lover..
Let   me   breath   the   sky,

and  gaze unto heaven.
A.E. Poems 1919 - Thankyou, Connie!

Can You Count The Stars Tonight?

My  Darling   Daughter,  can  you  count  the  stars  tonight ?
Can you imagine a night, not so long ago, filled with starlight,
An  infinity  of  shimmering diamonds on a meadow of velvet?
Can you close your eyes and picture a river of a million distant fireflies,
A  cascade  of  sparkling heavenly  beacons  that once filled our skies?
Now  that those who  are without wonder or awe have taken our night,
my darling daughter, can you count the stars tonight?
Yes, Daddy. Tonight, I can see two !
(Doug Snyder - August 5, 1998)

 

The Learn'd Astronomer - Walt Whitman

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 diagrams,
to add, divide and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer
where he lectured with
much applause in the lecture room,
How soon unaccountable I became
tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out
I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night air,
and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence
at the stars.

 

  \\ Two Beautiful Songs By ENYA //
Paint The Sky With Stars
Suddenly before my eyes
Hues of indigo arise
With them how my spirit sighs
Paint the sky with stars

Only night will ever know
Why the heavens never show
All the dreams there are to know
Paint the sky with stars

Who has paced the midnight sky?
So a spirit has to fly
As the heavens seem so far
Now who will paint the midnight star?

Night has brought to those who sleep
Only dreams they cannot keep
I have legends in the deep
Paint the sky with stars

Who has paced the midnight sky?
So a spirit has to fly
As the heavens seem so far
Now who will paint the midnight star?

Place a name upon the night
One to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
(ENYA)

Anywhere Is
(click on title to hear the midi- does not do justice to the original)

I walk the maze of moments
but everywhere I turn to
begins a new beginning
but never finds a finish
I walk to the horizon
and there I find another
it all seems so surprising
and then I find that I know.

You go there you're gone forever
I go there I'll lose my way
if we stay here we're not together
Anywhere is

The moon upon the ocean
is swept around in motion
but without ever knowing
the reason for its flowing
in motion on the ocean
the moon still keeps on moving
the waves still keep on waving
and I still keep on going

You go there you're gone forever
I go there I'll lose my way
if we stay here we're not together
Anywhere is

I wonder if the stars sign
the life that is to be mine
and would they let their light shine
enough for me to follow
I look up to the heavens
but night has clouded over
no spark of constellation
No Vela no Orion

The shells upon the warm sands
have taken from their own lands
the echo of their story
but all I hear are low sounds
as pillow words are weaving
and willow waves are leaving
but should I be believing
that I am only dreaming


You go there you're gone forever
I go there I'll lose my way
If we stay here we're not together
Anywhere is

To leave the thread of all time
and let it make a dark line
in hopes that I can still find
the way back to the moment
I took the turn and turned to
begin a new beginning
still looking for the answer
I cannot find the finish
it's either this or that way
it's one way or the other
it should be one direction
it could be on reflection
the turn I have just taken
the turn that I was making
I might be just beginning
I might be near the end.

 

 

 

Fear Of Fear (Phobophobia)
When very young I professed 'a fear of Everything' (pantophobia).
Now drawn to the wonders of astronomy,
I no longer have to tremble with the feelings
of a 'fear of darkness'(scotophobia) or a 'fear of stars' (siderophobia).
Yes, I am no longer considered to be 'fearful of the night' (nyctophobic) .

But oh, how my heart shrieks in terror when my
'fear of clouds' (nephelophobia) and 'fear of dawn' (eosophobia) rear their ugly heads.
Fortunately, the Sun will set tonight (but will it!?)
and I can once again come face-to-face with my 'fear of infinity' (apeirophobia), 
the worst of them all.

Doug S.    9-2-98


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