The Heavens Did Not Extend
the earth enclosed within itself holy
imagining
the fabric of this world
hanging in the midst
foundations
birds
move
through
the air
spokes
like the needle of a balance
imagining
the fabric of this world
hanging in the midst
foundations
birds
move
through
the air
spokes
like the needle of a balance
This is a found poem.
Source: From Jane E. Mangan’s critical edition of José de Acosta’s Natural and Moral History of the Indies.
Ray Ball, Ph.D., is a writer and history professor in Anchorage, Alaska. She loves archival research, teaching perplexing texts, running marathons, hiking, and snuggling with her beagle Bailey. Her poems have appeared in journals such as Alaska Women Speak, Eunoia Review, Foliate Oak, NatureWriting, and Occulum. She tweets @ProfessorBall
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