Recently I have obtained a copy of Sam Illingworth's book, A Sonnet to Science: scientists and their poetry (Manchester University Press, 2019) -- a collection of essays-with-poems that features these six scientist-poets: Humphrey Davy, Ada Lovelace, James Clerk Maxwell, Ronald Ross, Miroslav Holub, and Rebecca Elson.
A dust-jacket blurb describes the author:
Sam Illingworth is a Senior Lecturer in Science Communication, where his work involves
using poetry to develop dialogues between scientists and non-scientists,
especially amongst traditionally under-served and under-represented communities.
Illingworth also is a poet -- with a poem-a-week-blog available at this link.
From Rebecca Elson (1960-1999), an astronomer and poet whose life was cut short by cancer, we have these math-linked lines (written in 1998 and on page 168 of A Sonnet to Science):
Is there any language, logic
Any algebra where death is not
The tragedy it seems
A geometry that makes it look
Alright to die
Where it can be proved
If P then Q and all is well
If not P then not Q either and all is gone
Or if not P then Q
Illingworth credits the lines above -- entitled "Transumanza" -- to p. 136 of Elson's posthumous collection, A Responsibility to Awe (Carcanet Press, 2002). Tranzumanza is an Italian term for transhumance, the practice of moving livestock from one grazing area to another as the seasons change.