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« on: 2002-11-29 10:06:31 »
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While reading Walter's post on Cosmology, trying to figure out what is going on with the expansion of the Universe and Einstein's cosmological constant, I remembered a Greek song of the 70's based on a poem by Nazim Hikmet, a Turkish poet.

I Googled trying different guesses at how that poem should be in English, and here it was!

http://merlot.stat.uconn.edu/~majumdar/hikmet%20page.html

The poem may seem to be warping the perspective, but that's just the way poems complete the perspective.



Nazim Hikmet
Microcosm

When the starlight flowing into my eye like a golden drop 
Pierced the darkness
                  of space
                              for the first time,
there wasn't one single eye on the earth
looking into the sky . . .
The stars were old,
              the earth was a child.
...
The stars are far from us
            but so very far
                      so very far . . .
Our world is small among the stars
          but so very small
                    so very small . . .
...
And Asia
          is one fifth of the world,
And India
          is a country in Asia,
Calcutta is a city in India
Banerjee is a man in Calcutta . . .
...
And I am bringing you the news:
In India
          In the city of Calcutta
          they stopped on his way
A man who was walking
          and they chained him.
...
        And I don't bother anymore
to lift my head toward the bright skies.
If the stars are far,
              if the earth is small
                      I don't care at all
                                I don't mind . . .
...
I want you to know that I find
          more astonishing
                  more powerful
                          more mysterious and gigantic
...
THIS MAN
        stopped on his way
                    and chained.



This is a fragment from an epic on the life and death of the Indian revolutionary, Banerjee, published in 1934.

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