Sport 40: 2012
Galileo Galilei (1564–1642)
you say of the earth
not the sun around us.
You cannot close your eyes
to the view at the end
of the eyeglass. Faith
is not a veil. Eyes drawn
to the stars, the suns, again
and again for years until
they burn through your lenses
twin black holes, one for each eye.
The dark slowly spreads.
The inquisition judges heresy,
commands a recant, wants blind
allegiance from a man in the dark
so you recant, muttering
and yet it moves.
Rosalind Franklin (1920 –1958)
She says that faith in this world
is perfectly possible without faith in another.
Taking x-ray photos, the rays scatter
off the surfaces of inﬁnitesimal specks,
leaving spots on photographic paper
making them real as billiard balls.
The unseen deﬁned by how things bounce off.
Gas masks need the right kind of charcoal,
some are more impervious than others.
She wants to know the structure of coal,
to contribute to the war effort.
Rosalind and carbon are compressed,
naturally combustible, but she’s as reﬁned
and focused as her micro-camera.
Ever since Eve, woman asked for it.
If she’d worn a lead apron.
If she’d taken off her glasses
and done something with her hair.
If she hadn’t been so
damned impervious to penetration.
If she hadn’t been the dark lady, the Jewess.
If she wasn’t so combative in the lab.
Lacking intuition—she needs proof.
To decode our programme she needs to
capture the double helix on ﬁlm.
The waves pass through her
every day. If she doesn’t believe the cancer will
kill her then maybe it won’t.