“And there I was with the stars hanging above my house like live wiresand the night sky the color of stockings. I stuck out my tongue to taste the skybut could not taste. I inhaled deeplybut could not smell. I used to look to the sky for comfortand now there was nothing, not even a seam, and I looked down and saw that it did not even reach the ground. And my only company was the satellites counting their sleep and the Sorrowful Mother swinging her empty dipper in the darkness, the Sorrowful Mother picking her way through the stars over my roof. And I knew I was nowhere and if I ever took my hands from my ears I would fall.” LooksUsedNightHouseStarsSleepCompanySawsSkyColorTasteDown AndSmellTongueStuckCountingNight SkySatellitesStockings Author:Matthew Rohrer
“This is what poems are: with mercy for the greedy, they are the tongue's wrangle, the world's pottage, the rat's star.” WorldPoetryStarsPoetMercyTongueRatsGreedy Book:Selected Poems of Anne Sexton Source: Selected Poems of Anne Sexton
“The universe must be full of voices, calling from star to star in a myriad tongues. One day we shall join that cosmic conversation.” UniverseStarsVoiceCallingOne DayConversationTongueCosmic Author:Arthur C. Clarke