Ode to joy

Love, when there's no hope: 
only that is love. 
 
Launch a new radio probe, 
when ten have crashed,  
take two hundred rabbits 
when a hundred have died. 
only that is science. 
 
You ask for the secret. 
It only has one name: 
again. 
 
Like a caryatid 
with arms above our heads 
we bear the granite time 
 
and defeated  
we will always win.