Rex by Connor Finley

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Starwatching by Jen Betton

Stars by Jen Betton

Stars

                 like

                                the   flecks

                                                        of      dust

  you      saw     

                          as      a       boy

                                                         in      that     sunstream

          between     

                                  the        curtains

                                                                 and       thought        

      the      more

                               you        look

                                                         the       more            

         and                      

                        more                                                           

                                            you             

                                                             

 

                                                         see

Will Kemp

Untitled by Nebo Nizko

Stargazing Is Like Timetravel by Amanda Mocci

from the series THE UNIVERSE POSTERS

The More Loving One

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 passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

W. H. Auden

Mt. Hood and the Milky Way by Mike Smith

Stardust by Amanda Hogan

Fräulein, can you

                      sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I drag my sleeping bag
into the meadow’s precise center
& crawl inside, head first. Fräulein, there is the stars’
ceaseless drilling. I close my eyes. Somewhere below me
a star-nosed mole cuts its webbed hand
on a shard of glass. I close my ears
& over my body the current of a young doe
eddies, ripples across the field, a low-lying midnight fog
swirling after her, falling back, suspended. I know you are close.
The scar across my cheek burns. I think of reentering
                      your atmosphere,
                      your long, burning hair





Don’t move. The slightest motion

                      & this landscape, erased by floodlights

Christian Hawkey

Untitled by Stepan Obruchkov

Naming the Stars

This present tragedy will eventually
turn into myth, and in the mist
of that later telling the bell tolling
now will be a symbol, or, at least,
a sign of something long since lost.

This will be another one of those
loose changes, the rearrangement of
hearts, just parts of old lives
patched together, gathered into
a dim constellation, small consolation.

Look, we will say, you can almost see
the outline there: her fingertips
touching his, the faint fusion
of two bodies breaking into light.

Joyce Sutphen

"As I sit there under the shining night sky, again a violent fear takes hold of me. My heart’s pounding a mile a minute, and I can barely breathe. All these millions of stars looking down on me, and I’ve never given them more than passing thought before. Not just stars - how many other things haven’t I noticed in the world, things I know nothing about? I suddenly feel helpless, completely powerless. And I know I’ll never outrun that awful feeling."

Haruki Murakami | Kafka on the Shore

"There are so many stars
that if one or another of them falls
it’s no great loss, since there are thousands left.
But there’s just this one moon up in the sky,
which no one saw fall ever - except in dreams."

Giacomo Leopardi | Canti (via proustitute)

Star by Ana Androska