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Red (I) The poems included in this issue are part of a sequence concerning the life of the New Zealand cosmologist Beatrice Tinsley (1941-1981).
Her husband is often away for his fieldwork analysing the light of aurorae. She has never seen the aurora herself and has never gone with him on any of his trips, but she’s seen many pictures. The one that sticks in her mind is the one that shows green light-waves flickering and cascading down the sky, folding themselves into sheets of red.
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