Ode to Green Bank Observatory
Green Bank Observatory is lost in the heart of the Appalachians
in the heart of silence and woodlands,
in the heart…Ode to Green Bank Observatory
Green Bank Observatory is lost in the heart of the Appalachians
in the heart of silence and woodlands,
in the heart of autumn,
amidst of Undisclosed Eternity
where Miracle and Mystery are born
again and again and again.
Scarlet torches of maples faded away.
Waving hillsides and vales are waiting for winter lace.
In autumn the essence of being uncovers itself.
Rational grid of branches
reveals through chaos of flying fall foliage,
splendid, perishable foliage, rustling about fundamentals.
The trees of radio telescopes are also naked.
They present the skeleton of existence:
but yet intersecting steel boughs are trying tо reach for the sky,
while reflectors – the crowns of telescope-trees
are flickering, full of blazing star foliage –
splendid, perishable foliage, rustling about fundamentals.
There are many of them growing in Green Bank,
those tall and small autumn trees of the Universe,
beautiful, man-made, sophisticated, –
from the apple tree of Jansky Antenna to sequoia of GBT.
But what is the most important thing in the observatory? It is people!
They try to decode milky whisper of galaxies.
Here, in the heart of autumn,
in the heart of ancient Indean mountains
these wonderful people work day and night
trying to cognize Miracle and Mystery
again and again and again.
2014-11-20
