Last evening at the Distinguished Lecture Series sponsored by the MAA it was my privilege to hear an outstanding presentation by Judith Grabiner entitled "Space: Where Sufficient Reason Isn't Enough." (I invite you to go to the MAA website to learn more about Grabiner and her talk.)
Grabiner is a math-woman I have long admired and, after the lecture, while I was shaking her hand and thanking her for the excellent presentation, I took a moment to ask her if she had any favorite mathy poems. Although surprised by my question she was able to cite Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnet XLIII that counts the ways of love -- a few lines of which are found here -- and the name Howard Nemerov, whom readers of this blog know is one of my favorite poets.
You may scroll down to find Nemerov's "Magnitudes" (found also at PoetryFoundation.com and PoemHunter.com along with other work by this fine poet). Poet Laureate of the United States during 1988-1990, Howard Nemerov
(1920-1991) served as a combat pilot during World War II and maintained a continuing interest in the stars and navigation. Here are links to my earlier postings of poems by this favorite poet.
"Two Pair" "Grace to Be Said at the Super Market"
"Lion and Honeycomb" "Creation Myth on a Mobius Band"
"To David, About His Education" "Found Poem" "Figures of Thought"
And here, expressing concerns about our planet, is Nemerov's "Magnitudes":
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Thursday, February 14, 2013
One Billion Rising
Below I repeat a syllable-square first posted on 18 August 2010 and included in Red Has No Reason. Today, Valentine's Day, stand up and support "One Billion Rising" -- end violence against women.
More than the rapist, fear
the district attorney,
smiling for the camera,
saying that thirty-six
sex crimes per year is a
manageable number.
Since this is a poetry-with-math blog I will end with a mathy observation: this is a poem of 36 syllables that includes the number 36, a perfect square.
More than the rapist, fear
the district attorney,
smiling for the camera,
saying that thirty-six
sex crimes per year is a
manageable number.
Since this is a poetry-with-math blog I will end with a mathy observation: this is a poem of 36 syllables that includes the number 36, a perfect square.
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