What is in us that must reach the top,
that longs to look down upon the world as if a god?
Don’t we know that in this infinite space
the same rocks at the seashore know the secret of each peak?
Mathematical language can heighten the imagery of a poem; mathematical structure can deepen its effect. Feast here on an international menu of poems made rich by mathematical ingredients . . . . . . . gathered by JoAnne Growney. To receive email notifications of new postings, contact JoAnne at joannegrowney@gmail.com.