We learned new words for things. The decade changed.
  
  The first few pictures came back blurred, and I felt ashamed
  For all the cheerful engineers, my father and his tribe.
  The second time,
  The optics jibed. We saw to the edge of all there is—
  
  So brutal and alive it seemed to comprehend us back.

- excerpt from Tracy K. Smith's "My God, It's Full of Stars" [1]

Smith's father worked on the Hubble telescope, and she would be named US Poet Laureate in 2017. I highly recommend reading her poetic account of this photograph :)

[1]: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/55519/my-god-its-full...