Sea Violet
The white violet
is scented on its stalk,
the sea-violet
fragile as agate,
lies fronting all the wind
among the torn shells
on the sand-bank.
The greater blue violets
flutter on the hill,
but who would change for these
who would change for these
one root of the white sort?
Violet
your grasp is frail
on the edge of the sand-hill,
but you catch the light –
frost, a star edges with its fire.
-H.D.
Ham, the conquistador of outer space, was captured in Africa.
He became the first chimpanzee to travel far beyond the world, the first chimponaut. They put him in the space capsule _Mercury_, hooked him up with more wires than a telephone switchboard, and blasted him off.
He came back safe and sound, and the record of his bodily functions demonstrated that humans too could survive a voyage into space.
Ham was on the cover of _Life_.
And he spent the rest of his own caged in a zoo.
-Mirrors, Eduardo Galeano
"Curvewarped reflections of stars flowing across, down the full length of, round and round in meridians exact as the meridians of acupuncture. What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?"
-Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow
