In the poem below, Young Smith uses carefully precise terms of Euclidean geometry to create a vivid interior portrait.
She Considers the Dimensions of Her Soul by Young Smith
The shape of her soul is a square.
She knows this to be the case
because she often feels its corners
pressing sharp against the bone
just under her shoulder blades
and across the wings of her hips.
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Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Dimensions of a soul
Monday, August 8, 2011
Can a mathematician see red?
Held late in July, this year's 2011 Bridges (Math-Arts) Conference in Coimbra, Portugal included a poetry reading for which I'd been invited to read but was, at the last minute, unable to attend. (See also 26 July 2011). Poets Sarah Glaz and Emily Grosholz each, however, read favorite selections from my work. Glaz read one of my square poems, "The Bear Cave" (see 19 June 2011) and Grosholz read the poem shown below, "Can a Mathematician See Red?"
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Friday, December 31, 2010
The year ends -- and we go on . . .
Immortal Helix by Archibald MacLeish (1892-1982)
HEREUNDER Jacob Schmidt who, man and bones,
Has been his hundred times around the sun.
HEREUNDER Jacob Schmidt who, man and bones,
Has been his hundred times around the sun.
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