I look at life as an astronomer

Looks at the star-filled sky.

Life seems a sky to me, all human beings

Rotating in their orbits are as stars.

Some are obscure and some are luminous,

Some give the light and warmth to solar systems,

Some shed on lovers’ heads soft lunar light.

Some, like the comets, cosmic vagabonds,

Are ever tramping the sidereal roads,

And others, myriad-massed in endless stretches,

Compose the glory of the Milky Way.

I look at life as an astrologer

Believing in the influence of stars,

Their influences evil, beneficial.

Perplexed I ponder o’er the laws mysterious

That govern all the movements of the stars.

And I am troubled in my inmost being

At the appearance of a new-found star

As on the threshold of a mystery.

There hove into my sphere a new-found star

Of primal magnitude, magnificent,

Whose magnetism most irrestistibly

Attracts me to itself.

Am I to be the happy satellite

Of this fair human sun whose smile or frown

Could make me be a fertile Earth or Moon,

A fertile Earth or frozen, barren Moon?

Oh, will it just continue in its course,

Rotating in its orbit and recede,

Recede, recede, and leave me far behind

Obscure and cold and sad and all alone?...