Explore Poems: Stars, Planets, Heavens

I saw new Worlds beneath the Water ly,
New Peeple; yea, another Sky
And Sun, which seen by Day
Might things…

The great spastic glass of the Sun
in winter's going glare. :: Wind's antic helicoid
winding upward through…

Within, without the cosmos wide am I;
In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.
A birthless, deathless…

Verde que te quiero verde.
Verde viento. Verdes ramas.
El barco sobre la mar
y el caballo en la montaña.
Con la sombra en la cintura,
ella sueña en su baranda
verde carne, pelo verde,
con ojos de fría plata.
Verde que te quiero verde.
Bajo la luna gitana,
las...

I don’t realize I’m starved
for the color until the blood

washes up on the beach.
I’m craving red but still

haven’t seen the creature,
just the quick whip and slither

of its tail in the wake
—and then there I am,

facing the skin side
of the animatronic...

Green I want you green
green wind green branches
Boat on the sea and
horse on the mountain
Shadow on her waist
she dreams at her railing
green flesh green hair
eyes of cold silver
Green I want you green
Under the gypsy moon
things are seeing her
but she can’t...

I climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark.
Evil air, a frost-making stillness,

Not a leaf, not a bird,—
A world cast in frost. I came out above the wood

Where my breath left tortuous statues in the iron light.
But the valleys were draining...

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a...

We've always been out looking for answers,
telling stories about ourselves,
searching for connection, choosing
to send out Stravinsky and whale song,
which, in translation, might very well be
our undoing instead of a welcome.

We launch satellites, probes, telescopes
unfolding like origami, navigating
geomagnetic storms, major disruptions.
Rovers...

Welcome to the Immanent Foundation.
Our headquarters are located in a large house
on a hill above the beach. Our headquarters
are located on a large estate in a forest of oak
and beech. This estate is called Arcady,
or the Memory Palace. After the...

Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes...

Diagram of a diagram: if properly decoded,
                                                                   ...

When we get to Andromeda, Cal,
you’ll have the babyhood you deserved,
all the groping at light sockets
 
and putting sand in your mouth
and learning to say Mama and I want
and sprinting down the yard
 
as if to show me how you were leaving
me...

unless it’s made of stone.
           لاجورد  Lāzhward

migrating from Persia,
           smuggled from Farsi

to Arabic & thrown
           like a wingless bird

across the sky-dark sea
           until its...

starry night
acorns popping
underfoot
 

As the ship speeds up at Pluto, the earthlight sensors blow.
Lights fade to pastel touches on your toffee-colored fur.

The flight recorder picks up your first words three years in:
a garble of  Merriam-Webster, harsh against the hum.

It’s not long before a...

The following poems and collages were created for Victoria Martinez’s solo show, Celestial House, at Loyola University Museum of Art (LUMA) as odes to the homes and Chicago neighborhoods the artists grew up in. All collages are by Victoria Martinez...

turns to the moon as if
it was the one and only
satellite capable, tonight,
of attending to grievances we
heave at the could
-have-been in our sleep.

The moon used to sleep
with one eye open, mail coif
riveted to a skull that would
annihilate horror with only
a...

We plant seeds in the ground
And dreams in the sky,
 
Hoping that, someday, the roots of one
Will meet the upstretched limbs of the other.
 
It has not happened yet.
We share the sky, all of us, the whole world:
 
Together, we are a tribe...