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A Young Poet’s Love Letter to Earth and to the Double Courage of Facing a Broken Reality While Refusing to Cease Cherishing This Astonishing World in Its Brokenness
In praise of anemone and dust and “the smallest possible once before once.”
When Did Time Really Begin? The Little Loophole in the Big Bang
A pleasurable warping of the figuring faculty to contemplate what was there before the before.
The Cosmic Miracle of Trees: Astronaut Leland Melvin Reads Pablo Neruda’s Love Letter to Earth’s Forests
“Anyone who hasn’t been in the Chilean forest doesn’t know this planet. I have come out of that landscape, that mud, that silence, to roam, to go singing through the world.”
Today, Another Universe: Jane Hirshfield’s Stunning Poem of Perspective and Consolation
Steadying solace for those times when we “go to sleep in one world and wake in another.”
Between the Body and the Soul: Neri Oxman Reads Walt Whitman
A timeless song of praise for our belonging with “Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees,” with “night of the large few stars.”
The Stuff of Stars: A Stunning Marbled Serenade to the Native Poetry of Science and the Cosmic Interleaving of Life
A consummate celebration of the improbable loveliness of life amid the edgeless panorama of cosmic being.
Drawings by Children: Rosanne Cash Reads Lisel Mueller’s Subtle Poem About Growing Out of Our Limiting Frames of Reference
“There is nothing behind the wall except a space where the wind whistles, but you cannot see that.”
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry: Astrophysicist Janna Levin Reads Walt Whitman’s Stunning Serenade to Our Interlaced Lives Across Space and Time
“It avails not, time nor place… What is it then between us?… It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall, the dark threw its patches down upon me also.”
Josh Groban Reads Auden’s “After Reading a Child’s Guide to Modern Physics” and Tells the Inspiring Story of His Rebel Astronomer Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandfather
“Marriage is rarely bliss / But, surely it would be worse / As particles to pelt / At thousands of miles per sec / About a universe / Wherein a lover’s kiss / Would either not be felt / Or break the loved one’s neck.”
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