When we read these lines by Robert Burns (1759-1796),
Oh my luv is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June . . .
we don't know whether he compares a woman he loves to a flower or whether it is his own emotion he describes. And the multiplicity of meanings is a good and pleasing thing. Similarly, when we read the problem,
Solve the equation, x² + 4 = 0
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Thursday, September 22, 2011
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Counting: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, . . .
At Peter Cameron's Blog, "Counting the things that need to be counted," the July 14, 2010 entry contains a reflective poem entitled "Millenium" which meditates on the ten digits in stanzas whose lengths count them. Here are the opening stanzas:
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Peter Cameron,
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