Some poems are found rather than crafted.
It's such fun -- can happen to anyone --
to be reading along and find a poem.
It's such fun -- can happen to anyone --
to be reading along and find a poem.
This post continues (from the June 4 posting) consideration of lines that were not initially written as poetry but have been later discovered to have the desirable characteristics of a poem.
In an early-April posting I offered a poem-in-a-photo, a poem created of book spines -- and the bottom book in my pile of six is Mathematics, the Man-Made Universe: an Introduction to the Spirit of Mathematics by Sherman K Stein (Third Edition, Freeman, 1976). Reprinted in 2010 in paperback format, Stein's textbook -- for a "general reader," a curious person who is not a mathematician -- has been on my shelf for many years and, though I never taught from it, I have enjoyed it and shared it with friends (and I love its title). Recently, in the opening paragraph of Stein's Chapter 19 (page 471), I found a poem: