A recent return to one of my favorite poetry collections -- alas, now out of print -- Against Infinity: An Anthology of Contemporary Mathematical Poetry, Edited by Ernest Robson and Jet Wimp (Primary Press, 1979), reacquainted me with this poem by Catherine M. Lynch (1939-2021) -- a poem with its title and its syllable counts bieng Triangular Numbers):
A
Tripod is
A perfect plane as well
As the base of a triple point pencil.
The
Tripleness
In truth, is a kind of
Glory and power just being itself
And
Not even
Sacredness symbolized.
There is something triangular in love.
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