Issue 3 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
Issue 3 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
Issue 3 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
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ROBERT CARNEVALE<br />
72<br />
I.<br />
In the Long Room<br />
for Skip Kreisell<br />
Priestley is sorting out the gases.<br />
One day one comes out so light<br />
he's convinced he's found phlogiston,<br />
lives to see it demoted to hydrogen.<br />
Home in Penzance it occurs to Davy<br />
salts he couldn't budge with fire<br />
might be coaxed by a good shock.<br />
Within a week he sees pure<br />
sodium <strong>and</strong> potassium.<br />
In your lab we pull down the blinds<br />
to see by the light <strong>of</strong> two bunsen burners<br />
the tendrillous crystals <strong>of</strong> iodine.<br />
Everybody huddles around<br />
as if it's a fight or a centerfold.<br />
II.<br />
I went to the Long Room at Trinity<br />
to st<strong>and</strong> where James Joyce had stood,<br />
to see Tara's Harp <strong>and</strong> the Book <strong>of</strong> Kells.<br />
But I spent most <strong>of</strong> the time<br />
staring into rows <strong>of</strong> glass cases<br />
where first editions <strong>of</strong> Davy <strong>and</strong> Boyle,<br />
notes <strong>of</strong> Herschel's <strong>and</strong> Von Helmont's<br />
went from brown to umber to white<br />
down to Bohr <strong>and</strong> Heisenberg.<br />
I stood there wanting to learn again<br />
how the elements were discovered,<br />
but the pages kept using your voice—<br />
a voice that allowed the same near whisper<br />
to confide an <strong>of</strong>f-color tale<br />
or to unravel me 2<br />
after classes in your <strong>of</strong>fice—<br />
a voice I couldn't imagine raised<br />
even after I heard it raised.<br />
Within an hour whatever you said<br />
turned to quicksilver in my skull.<br />
But always there was that voice<br />
as I reasoned my way home from school<br />
through the pre-Copernican streets.<br />
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