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No man has seen it; nor the lensed eye That pin-points week by week the same patch of sky Records even a blur across its pupil. Only The errantry of Saturn, the wry Retarding of Uranus, speak Of the pull beyond the pattern: The unknown is shown Only by a bend in the known.

Norman Nicholson

The toadstool towers infest the shore: Stink-horns that propagate and spore Wherever the wind blows.

Norman Nicholson

In the bones of the rock The fossils are living, Crinoid and ammonite; In the red of the rock (Sandstone and hematite) The fossils are moving, Coiling, crawling, Aching for the sea.

Norman Nicholson

And if the universe Reversed and showed The colour of its money; If now observable light Flowed inward, and the skies snowed A blizzard of galaxies, The lens of night would burn Brighter than the focused sun, And man turn blinded With white-hot darkness in his eyes.

Norman Nicholson

It's here at last. Eyes in the know Had spotted it two years ago, A microscopic smut on film. Anxious astronomers protest: Give them a month, and they'll know just what The frozen core is made of, test The fluorescence tailing from it, Fanned out in the solar wind.

Norman Nicholson

Norman Nicholson

Norman Nicholson

Born: January 8, 1914

Died: May 30, 1987 (aged 73)

Bio: Norman Cornthwaite Nicholson, OBE, was an English poet, known for his association with the Cumbrian town of Millom. His poetry is noted for its local concerns, straightforward language, and elements of common speech.

Known for:

Collected poems
Wednesday early closing (1975)
Greater Lakeland (1969)
Man & literature (1943)

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