The Green of Oxygen.
Our galaxy, like many others, is a beautiful spiral, entrusted with gemlike star-forming regions that glow with the red of hydrogen or the green of oxygen spewed out from many dying stars.
--The View from the Center of the Universe, Joel R. Primack and Nancy Ellen Abrams
"It was silver," she said, "liquid, coiling through the trees." "What about the green?" I asked, "Oaks, sycamores, horse chestnut, poplar?" But I never heard her voice again, itself a tuning fork, itself silver and sounding "A." My mother, who planted the barely alive rosebush, lived etched by palm fronds from the old date trees, under which the Diamond Dog ran. Her silences I have inherited, along with invisible emeralds, the green of oxygen and my own voice, a spiraling galaxy.
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|Date:||Dec 22, 2008|
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