Ode to the Rings of SaturnWhat could bemore perfectthan a planetcradled in the arms of its own rings?A giant beddeddown in the icyremains of itsonce beautiful spouse.Songless worldbelted with thewhite track of a 30-year storm.Huge head halo’dby twirling dust motesand the bodiesof his children:O Rhea, O Mimas,O Titan,pockmarked beauty—outpost of man’s ambitions.Their shadows stride across …