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“A quarter millennium later, Emily Dickinson would write in a poem the central metaphor of which draws on Kepler’s legacy: Each that we lose takes part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.” — Maria Popova
A quarter millennium later, Emily Dickinson would write in a poem the central metaphor of which draws on Kepler’s legacy:
Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.