Early in June it was my privilege to hear poet Lesley Wheeler read as part of the Joaquin Miller Poetry Series on summer Sundays in Washington, DC's Rock Creek Park. Lesley read from her wonderful 2015 collection, Radioland, in which I found this mathy sonnet, a poem of twists and singularities and rich with double meanings:
Concentric Grooves, 1983 by Lesley Wheeler
Every whorl in the floorboard spins clockwise,
the grain widening round the stain, a stream
of years circling a burn-brown knot. Strum
and crackly gap. Music drowns a wheeze
Showing posts with label concentric. Show all posts
Showing posts with label concentric. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Sunday, October 4, 2015
A mathematician's favorite poet
A summertime gift book that I have much enjoyed reading is Love & Math: The Heart of Hidden Reality by Edward Frenkel (Basic Books, 2013). I admire the way Frenkel's memoir braids mathematics together with the other threads of his life. Including poetry. Like me, he chooses E E Cummings as one of his favorite poets. And he used lines from Cummings' 1931 poem "the surely" as an epigram for a 2007 book that summarized his work.
Below I include the entire text of Cummings' poem, with Frenkel's epigraph highlighted in bold face.
the surely
Cued
motif smites truly to Beautifully
retire through its english
the Forwardflung backwardSpinning hoop returns fasterishly
Below I include the entire text of Cummings' poem, with Frenkel's epigraph highlighted in bold face.
the surely
Cued
motif smites truly to Beautifully
retire through its english
the Forwardflung backwardSpinning hoop returns fasterishly
Labels:
algebra,
arithmetic,
concentric,
E E Cummings,
Edward Frenkel,
geometry,
love,
math,
mathematics,
number theory,
spiral
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
The Icosasphere
Marianne Moore (1887-1972) has fun with the sounds of words -- including a number of math terms -- in her playful poem that celebrates inventive constructions from bird nests to a steel sphere-like icosahedron to the Pyramids of Egypt.
The Icosasphere by Marianne Moore
“In Buckinghamshire hedgerows
the birds nesting in the merged green density,
weave little bits of string and moths and feathers and
thistledown,
in parabolic concentric curves" and,
working for concavity, leave spherical feats of rare efficiency;
whereas through lack of integration,
The Icosasphere by Marianne Moore
“In Buckinghamshire hedgerows
the birds nesting in the merged green density,
weave little bits of string and moths and feathers and
thistledown,
in parabolic concentric curves" and,
working for concavity, leave spherical feats of rare efficiency;
whereas through lack of integration,
Labels:
ball,
concave,
concentric,
curve,
icosahedron,
icosasphere,
Marianne Moore,
parabolic,
poem,
spherical
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)