Part 5: Prophecy, Probability, and Poetry of the Northern Lights
Northern Lights; Probability of a Solar Maximum, Solar Winds, and Coronal Mass Ejection
“The sky was split apart like a scroll when it is rolled up…”
“long quivering gold knives of light shooting up, cutting the sky…”
“would roll across the hollow of the high heavens,
flick like a flag,
and disappear”
(source: Apostle John, W.J. Smith, and R. Kipling)
William Jay Smith, wrote over 50 books of poetry and lectured at Columbia University, Oxford, and Virginia. He served on the Vermont House of Representatives from 1960 to 1962 and lived in Massachusetts and Paris, France until his death in 2015.1
He captures the Northern Lights in the following poem:
NORTHERN LIGHTS
I
I stepped out here on the mountainside, and saw the northern lights, cold-clear, clear-white, blue-green, long quivering gold knives of light shooting up, cutting the sky the horizon round.
Up from the valley mist rose in waves, shot up steady puffs, clear-cold in the light,
And in places all the sky seemed made of moving skeins of white hair rising water-clear, stars tangled in the flowing strands.
The brook ran below…
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