Fragment from the series “poetics of space”, I was reading “the poetics of space”, by Gaston Bachelard, where he is captured by the space within the house, where the house is the universe, I on the other hand, was always captured by the opening through the house, a window, a portion of sky, a faraway star, of the poetics of the cosmos I was and will always be captured. That opening to the sky and the flight beyond is what there is most precious to me.., “What a thrill when beauty herself compels us to look! Where she not waiting restlessly, how would she capture our eyes?” This is a verse from poem #78 from the book “Love’s Last Madness”, by Darshan Singh #spiritual #art #poetry #darshansingh #love #beauty #cosmos #astronomy #telescope #universe #sky #science #galactic #abstract #cosmology #nightsky #gastonbachelard #poeticsofspace
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