cloud
Orchard
Ingraven
All nature is but art, unknown to thee
Ad astra: navigation aid
Spectra of the vortex
Lab exercise: the separatory funnel
“Courage,” he said, and pointed toward the land,
“This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.”
Frank O’Hara, d. July 25, 1966
USS Nicholas, 1945
Namers of clouds
When “here” means “within brick,” we can know what “died” means. But in the light around the clouds that Luke Howard looked up to learn, there is no such thing as the no longer changing.
Zoology of the spectrum
Antithesis: wings having opened in the azure, it is no longer barren.
The thesis, below, is from the Poems of Frederick Goddard Tuckerman (1821-1873). This meditation on the meaning of nature was first published in 1860 — that is, in the era of In Memoriam and a year after The Origin of Species — but in its time it went almost unread. Tuckerman’s brother Edward (1817-1886) taught botany at Amherst College and his wife was one of Emily Dickinson’s correspondents, but there is no evidence that Dickinson knew of Frederick or his work.
