Mental meanderings and digital doodles of a wanna be visual artist.

A Solar Eclipse.


I tried to think of something to say about the eclipse. I couldn't. It seemed more than just a celestial event to viewed with sterile scientific aloofness. I like how Ella Wheeler Wilcox put it nicely nearly 100 years ago.

A Solar Eclipse

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919)

In that great journey of the stars through space
     About the mighty, all-directing Sun,
     The pallid, faithful Moon, has been the one
Companion of the Earth. Her tender face,
Pale with the swift, keen purpose of that race,
     Which at Time’s natal hour was first begun,
     Shines ever on her lover as they run
And lights his orbit with her silvery smile.

Sometimes such passionate love doth in her rise,
     Down from her beaten path she softly slips,
And with her mantle veils the Sun’s bold eyes,
     Then in the gloaming finds her lover’s lips.
While far and near the men our world call wise
     See only that the Sun is in eclipse.