Subject: Re: [HM] Poetry and Mathematics
From: Don Cook (tdctdc@surfsouth.com)
Date: Mon Jan 10 2000 - 01:10:58 EST
Hi,
A poem from Walt Whitman's "Leaves of Grass" which I do like,
but whose subject I don't.
When I heard the learn'd astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide and
measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, when he lectured with
much applause in the lecture room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising, and gliding out, I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
Peace,
Don Cook
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