So that I might be sitting now beside my fatherĪs he raises a lit match to the bowl of his pipeįor the first time in the winter of 1959. Which should curl in on itself and loop around like smoke. The latter is particularly strong, making use of images from science and science fiction to articulate human desire and grief, as the speaker allows herself to imagine the universe Two of the longer poems, The Speed of Belief and My God, It's Full of Stars, are moving elegies for Smith's father, an engineer who worked on the Hubble telescope. It's so simple, they'll be done by lunchtime.Ĭosmically speaking, of course, we will all be "done by lunchtime." An awareness of death permeates Life on Mars.
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