Poetry Discussion: When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer

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When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer

By Walt Whitman

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

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2 Comments

  1. I agree. I think poets do become sick when they think of the mysteries of the universe being solved, especially when those hard definitions might someday try to become the answers to things like love, life, fear, and our expansive emotions……I agree too that his best gift was “equating the tender body-human, to this ‘rising and gliding'” I like that very much. I think many poets would not have the answers to things that are beautiful….but I’m not 100% sure on that….

  2. All poems allow this “perfect silence.” They allow you to empty yourself of so much rubble and dust. Poems allow the reader to live in a world of infinite dimensions, infinite doors of entrance to other minds and places. Scientists that embrace poetry expand our ability to understand the universe. These scientists look at the stars so one day, we can inhabit the stars. Walt Whitman’s expansive voice contains multitudes of stars, and still allows room for one shining moment under the night sky. His greatest gift is equating the tender body–human, to this “rising and gliding” sapphire universe.

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