The Epic Stars

The heroic stars spending themselves,
Cooling their very flesh into bullets for the lost battle,
They must burn out at length like used candles;
And Mother Night will weep in her triumph, taking home her heroes.
There is the stuff for an epic poem -
This magnificent raid on the heart of darkness, their lost battle -

Andromeda (Hubble)

We don't know enough, we'll never know.
Oh happy Homer, taking the stars and the Gods for granted.

Robinson Jeffers