The sonnet is a song of the body as well as of the mind:
14 breaths
5 heartbeats each breath
5 heartbeats each breath
A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to be part of a poetry reading that also featured Rick Mullin -- who serves science as an editor of the Chemical and Engineering News -- and whose latest poetry book is a collection of sonnets that offer a magical and musical retelling of Darwin's voyage -- in Sonnets from The Voyage of the Beagle (Dos Madres Press, 2014). Here are two selections from that collection -- the opening sonnet (first of a triptych) and a later one that features geometry of birds.
After Uranus by Rick Mullin
On reading Richard Holmes
I
There was an age when poetry and science
shared the province of discovery,
when Coleridge wished he's studied chemistry
and Humphry Davy, in exact defiance
of the Royal Society, blew things up.
Beginning with the voyages of Cook,
Romantics thought to throw away the book,
surrendering to Nature's golden cup.
Erasmus Darwin, poet and physician,
founding member of the Luminaires
of Birmingham, endowed his grandson Charles
with the epoch's spirit, tuned to the affairs
of natural history and vying for position.
This was an age of lore and light and laurels.
Distant Circles by Rick Mullin
In Patagonia, April, 1833
Beyond the far range of the human eye
the vultures glide and gain intelligence.
And they descend. A godly elegance
escorts them from their round cotillion high
above the puma's kill. They do not nest
but nestle in the cliff face crevices.
I've startled 20 from a precipice.
And anywhere that I lie down to rest
in daylight I can see, as in a dream,
their earthward coil, a phalanx tethering
the Nextworld to the sky. I see them sail
on steady wings. I think I hear them scream.
Today I shot a condor measuring
8 feet in wingspan, 5 from beak to tail.
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