Recently I have enjoyed thinking about the poem "Bunny Slope" by Polish poet Tadeusz Dabrowski (found here in The Paris Review, Issue 219, Winter 2016) and offered below.
When I write a poem, the first draft often is the longest -- I spill words onto the page and then attempt to edit out what does not need to be said. When I read poetry, I like it when the poem does not "tell all" but offers a framework for my discovery.
Bunny Slope by Tadeusz Dabrowski
(translated from Polish by Antonia Lloyd-Jones)
When I’m writing a poem,
there’s less and less of it.
As I approach the mountains,
they vanish behind a gentle hill,
behind the bunny slope.
And once I’m standing with them
face to face,
they take away my speech.
The very best poem
finishes half way
When I’m writing a poem,
there’s less and less of it.
As I approach the mountains,
they vanish behind a gentle hill,
behind the bunny slope.
And once I’m standing with them
face to face,
they take away my speech.
The very best poem
finishes half way
How does finishing half-way apply to mathematics? I'm thinking about it!
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