... riding the polished lenses ... — from “Planetarium” by Adrienne Rich

Its inevitable collapse, foreseeable, for how time pulls our anchors taut;

All she wanted before it fell, to be astonished, again, by a glimpse of light she sought

Rich wrote her poem of astronomer Caroline Hershel, but I thought of Arecibo and other female astronomers https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/17rFZaZq4ermFi8eRj8WnNRneHJGdJTXA2lGbXSkx3IM/edit#slide=id.gca864860a6_0_7