from Dante's Divine Comedy
translated by Dorothy L. Sayers
As the geometer his mind applies
To square the circle, not for all his wit
Finds the right formula, howe'er he tries,
So strove I with wonder--how to fit
The image of the sphere; so sought to see
How it maintained the point of rest in it.
Thither my own wings could not carry me,
But that a flash my understanding clove,
Whence its desire came to it suddenly.
High phantasy lost power and here broke off;
Yet as a wheel moves smoothly, free from jars
My will and my desire were turned by love,
The love that moves the sun and the other stars.
from The Pythagorean Liturgy
Though in noon's heaven no star you see,
Know well that many there must be.
And with your soul's extended ears
You'll hear the music of the spheres.
Read about Pythagoreanism here. And for an interesting look (and listen) at one man's attempt to hear literally the planets as they orbit the sun, visit Carmen of the Spheres.
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