Sobre Saturno

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http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2010/05/checking_in_on_saturn.html

In Saturn’s Rings

Patterns amplify perceptions,
Senses rendering selections,
All of given forms perusing,
Ripe configurations choosing.
Nature grows her cavern crystals,
Elephants, and ovuled pistils,
Prudent in her realms mechanic,
Minerally to organic.
We behold her Earthly beauty,
Novices in godly duty.
Though we turn our minds to match her
Genius, in our seeking after
Who she is, within our power,
All depends upon her dower.
Sights electric keep us busy
Tinkering. From alloyed lizzie,
Virtually real expressions,
Fantasies without concessions,
Recreate in new dimensions
Of her organized intentions.
Keen we grasp her toys, her handles.
On her knee we ride. She dandles.
Faces peering in a jumble
Mind of spirits, making humble.
So come visions, chaos seeming,
Personal, our work of dreaming.
We without her patterns wonder
What, the crooked light, the thunder,
Though they too are of her doing—
Rivers swift, with sound pursuing.
Sense is there; from rings of Saturn,
At a distance comes their pattern.

by Terry Parker
San Francisco, 1996