Here is eternal spring: for you
The very stars of heaven are new.
The lines from Robert Bridges' poem were wrought in steel on the gate inside the Cathedral of Learning at the University of Pittsburgh. I considered the words then turned to Freida, telling her that technically, from the Earth all the stars that we see in the heavens are new. The old stars have burned out. Our Sun is a third generation star.
She shot me a look, rolled her eyes, and scooted away. Sigh. So much for Learning.
