In my preceding post (20 March 2014) Katharine Merow's poem tells of the new geometries
developed with variations of Euclid's Parallel Postulate.
Martin Dickinson's poem, on the other hand, tells of richness within Euclid's geometry.
Homage to Euclid by Martin Dickinson
What points are these,
visible to us, yet revealing something invisible—
invisible, yet real?
What lines, that reach beyond the page
to infinity? Here’s a music of objects: rhomboid, oblong,
a rhapsody of postulates with space enough
for basilicas, grids for towns, all to be filled in
Here’s the circle, here the sphere
and all that white space to surround them—room enough
Browsing online for more of Dickinson's work I found, for example, these poems in Innisfree 3(2006) that include one about apple-picking. A reference to apples (including the Stayman and Cortland varieties that I love) is, of course, mathematical -- an integral part of the instructions for addition: "You can't add apples and oranges."
For some science and a few more numbers, here is a link to Dickinson's "Periodic Table."