Unweaving the Rainbow.
(Richard Dawkins 1998)
I have seen a million rainbows, unmoved
By colour meeting colour on a rainy day.
Richard of York gave battle in vain,
But isn’t that always the way?
I known nothing of Science, to be fair
But then I am a poet, student of art
And should wax a rainbow beautiful
Not broken into its parts.
But the delicacy of such chance
A million raindrops fracturing light
And showing a fan of spectral colour
Where there had only been white.
I saw a rainbow yesterday
And by the understanding of why
It almost brought me to my knees
And its beauty made me cry.