Rock-a-bye starlets where the Swan flies.
Like earthly Sun, your day will arise.
Bright shall you reign, before your light dies.
So shine in your cradle high in the skies.
Cygnus OB2, the place you dwell
cozily clustered in cloudy shell,
houses a host of oldsters as well,
all with their own stellar story to tell.
With infrared and optic display
coronas viewed through Chandra X-ray
are shown in hues to image portray
five thousand light-years far, in Milky Way.
This source sidereal seems to be
nearer to earthlings relatively
than other founts astronomers see
amid the fruits of their deep scrutiny.
Ofttimes we weary of worlds below,
marvel at sights the heavens bestow,
long for domains beyond those we know,
then might our fancy fly to that tableau.
Rock-a-bye starlets, in cradle nigh.
Your vision splendid gladdens the eye
of dreamers lost who gaze at the sky
wonderingly, with a wish and a sigh…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine poetic imagination, White. Thank you very much,