The Final Sunday’s Science Poem
Communication & Rhetoric of Science / Monthly Science Poem

The Final Sunday’s Science Poem

And from my pillow, looking forth by light Of moon or favouring stars, I could behold The Antechapel where the Stature stood Of Newton with his prism and his silent face, The marble index of a Mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone… William Wordsworth, The Prelude (1850), Book III lines 58-64 Continue reading