Category: Astronomy

The fields of June are somehow right,
Alive with flowers stellar-shaped;
And June’s night skies, aburst with light,
Reveal the pattern flowers have aped

by Ray Romine Saturday, December 8, 1951

Truly there is majesty
Overhead tonight.
I catch my breath in wonder
At star-fed pulsing light.

How very fitting– “August”
For I confess that I
Think she was surely named for
Her starred, impressive sky.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, February 13, 1951

Night or day, the depth of sky
Touches me–I wonder why?
Ape ancestors, gazing, dumb,
Pondered, too, upon it some.

Looking into “empty” space,
Another day, a future race
Sees beyond our groping hands,
And armed with knowledge, understands.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 21, 1946

I catch my breath; who can but sigh
In wonder at the midnight sky
With splendor strewn? But at the core
I shall not feel inferior, for
We make one great Infinity–
I need the stars–they may need me.

by Ray Romine Sunday, March 12, 1950

Late sun, whose ineffectual blaze
Illuminates the snowy woods,
And throws across the frigid days
Iced shadows cut from purple goods;

Low sun, whose slanting feeble light
Holds off the clutching zero’s hold,
To lose the battleto the night
Which closes on us, fierce and cold;

Brave sun, your courage, so admired,
Is by what space-locked secret fired?

by Ray Romine Friday, December 29, 1950

Our science says it’s much too hot to burn.
If this is so, I have i lots to unlearn.
It shoots great tongues of flame in leaping masses;
It gives off quantities of well-known gases;
It is the source of nearly all our light,
And moon Is too, which illuminates our night.
Almost a hundred million miles its heat
Has carried, to depopulate the street
Of even insects, whose dry .. dusty whir-r
Rasps from such little shade as does occur.
Our panting hound dog blames the sun. By thunder,
If it’s not burning, then what is, I wonder?

by Ray Romine Tuesday, March 30, 1954