FLEUR ADCOCK
From ‘The Ex-Queen among the Astronomers’
"They serve revolving saucer eyes,
dishes of stars; they wait upon
huge lenses hung aloft to frame
the slow procession of the skies.
They calculate, adjust, record,
Watch transits, measure distances.
They carry pocket telescopes
to spy through when they walk abroad.
But she, exile, expelled, ex-queen,
swishes among the men of science
Waiting for cloudy skies, for nights
when constellations can’t be see"
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