Image from Hubble Space Telescope‘The View from Space’ by Ellie Strano The Society January 11, 2022 Beauty, High School Submissions, Poetry 12 Comments . The View from Space My helmet gone, I float among the stars As weightless as my lungs deprived of air Asphyxiating slowly, I am far From all I love and anyone who cares. The stars are dead already: cold and hot, Like burning funeral torches in the sky Their lifeless eyes of fury hurt me not, I am forsaken, destined here to die. The world ends not by fire or by ice It does not end at all, but slowly spins As I, among stars’ fire, turn to ice And pray that God absolves me of my sins. My body swallowed in the black abyss I close my eyes and welcome death’s cold kiss. . . Ellie Strano is a 9th grade student homeschooled in Lexington, MA. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 12 Responses Michael Pietrack January 11, 2022 Remarkable, young Ellie. Reply Cynthia Erlandson January 11, 2022 You have a true sense of poetic musicality and imagery! “burning funeral torches in the sky” is marvelous! Congratulations to both you and your homeschool teachers. I hope you keep writing, and they keep teaching. Reply Paul Freeman January 11, 2022 As lyrically expressive and emotional as ‘Space Oddity’. Well done, Ellie. Reply Allegra Silberstein January 11, 2022 What a sad but beautiful poem…you are a fine poet. Reply Margaret Coats January 11, 2022 Beautifully written, Ellie. You take the point of view of someone denied natural human life (as line 4 shows), and substitutes an obsessive focus on the unfeeling material universe. After the sonnet’s turn, the speaker reveals hope in a distant God, suggesting that her final couplet represents brave acceptance instead of despair. Nonetheless, the splendid outer space imagery maintains a grim tone. Well done! Reply Sally Cook January 11, 2022 Dear Ellie — You are not one to easily give up your individuality. If there are are stands to be taken, beliefs to be held, questions to be asked, prizes to be won, you will be strong, reasonable and considered. Having read your poem, I feel less hopeless about our country and the direction in which it is being dragged. What good teachers you must have! Reply C.B. Anderson January 11, 2022 My children were homeschooled, Ellie, and so I understand the value of that. If you want some advice from an old man who is not your parent, then here it is: Tighten up your rhymes, and mind your punctuation — in the third stanza, for example, you need to end the first line with a period or at least a semicolon, and in the final couplet you need a comma after “abyss.” Reply James Sale January 12, 2022 Truly, a very remarkable performance indeed; it would have been impressive for an adult to have written – you seem to have great potential, so keep writing! So if you want some advice from another old man – which you probably don’t (I mean, who does really want advice from some old man somewhere?) – then here’s my best shot for you: avoid pedantry and pedants. Remember, too, nobody recalls poems for their semi-colons or even their perfect rhymes. What they remember are those poems where the Muse speaks and the literary critical faculty is suspended in wonder. As you get older you might want to fuss a bit about semi-colons and how far you can ‘stretch’ rhyme. But don’t let it bother you now. For more on the Muse in poetry, I have written 4 articles available on this site! And if that is not enough to get you fired up, take a look at the summary of a talk I did for the SCP at The Princeton Club in Manhattan in 2019, published in The Epoch Times: https://www.theepochtimes.com/the-making-of-a-poem-courage-strength-and-kung-fu_3145658.html Greetings to all the parent teachers in Lexington!!! Reply David Paul Behrens January 12, 2022 A wonderful sonnet and a great concept for a poem. Keep on writing! Reply Adam Wasem January 13, 2022 You’ve definitely got the gift, Ellie. Some advice, if you’re interested: Keep at it and remember not to get hung up on whether the piece will be “liked” to the point you skip those last couple editing and proofreading passes. Oftentimes those make the difference between rejection and publication. Reply Paul W Erlandson February 1, 2022 Well done, Ellie! Reply Tamara Beryl Latham February 4, 2022 Ellie, what a pleasure to read such an impressive poem, where you have presented us with a view from space that culminates with God’s final judgement of you. I particularly liked your use of the stars as funeral torches which makes the imagery so much more vivid. An impressive sonnet and one that I greatly enjoyed. Keep up the good work. 🙂 Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.