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swarms, tides The
forever of dead stars
pulsing through opaque space temp, sound
We place a stethoscope to Cosmic body
and hear these signals their impossible mass
the universe a Bach score, each note
weighing 50 million tons, the counterpause
perhaps even more
One
star in the small galaxy
designated NGC 5253 is Kowal's supernova
60 billion billion miles from Earth It is
now flowering
(May 16 1972) as the nuclear bomb does
consuming its entire system of hydrogen and helium so brightly
it obscures everything else in its world
The finale, only a few weeks to cross the
star
wilted, dried of all radiance soon the funeral
march
forever the signal, forever the pause
Is it dead if it shines no more
though we hear it?
Is
Bach dead?
Their life, I think, is immanent hair
the hair of their light growing in the grave
--Gene Frumkin
(published in The
Mystic Writing-Pad, Los Angeles:
The Red Hill Press, 1977)
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by Gene Frumkin
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by Tom Raworth
Words
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The
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Some
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The
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