Weekly Poem: From 'My God, It's Full of Stars'

**By Tracy K. Smith** In those last scenes of Kubrick's _2001_ When Dave is whisked into the center of space, Which unfurls in an aurora of orgasmic light Before opening wide, like a jungle orchid For a love-struck bee, then goes liquid, Paint-in-water, and then gauze wafting out and off, Before, finally, the night tide, luminescent And vague, swirls in, and on and on.... In those last scenes, as he floats Above Jupiter's vast canyons and seas, Over the lava strewn plains and mountains Packed in ice, that whole time, he doesn't blink. In his little ship, blind to what he rides, whisked Across the wide-screen of unparcelled time, Who knows what blazes through his mind? Is it still his life he moves through, or does That end at the end of what he can name? On set, it's shot after shot till Kubrick is happy, Then the costumes go back on their racks And the great gleaming set goes black.   We'll have a profile of "Tracy K. Smith":https://www.graywolfpress.org/index.php?option=com_phpshop&page=shop.author&product_id=337&author_id=92 on Monday's NewsHour and post that here as well. You can also watch Smith read more of her work "on our Poetry Series page":http://www.pbs.org/newshour/indepth_coverage/entertainment/poetry/video.html. The poem above is from Smith's long poem, "My God, It's Full of Stars," from her book "Life on Mars." She is the author of three collections of poetry: "Life on Mars" (Graywolf Press, 2011); "Duende" (Graywolf, 2007), winner of the 2006 James Laughlin Award of the Academy of American Poets; and "The Body's Question" (Graywolf, 2003), winner of the 2002 Cave Canem Poetry Prize. A recipient of a 2004 Rona Jaffe Writers Award and a 2005 Whiting Writer's Prize, Smith is an assistant professor of creative writing at Princeton University.