Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MATHEMATICIAN, by NELSON ANTRIM CRAWFORD First Line: Stranger alike to traffic's clamor crude Last Line: And in a graph he finds eternity. Subject(s): Mathematics | ||||||||
Stranger alike to traffic's clamor crude And to joy's throbbing, intricate design, He stands serene. A formula, a line, With changeless beauty is by him endued. Striver for truth's perfection, no light mood May move him. Differential, axiom, sign, Bring to him glimpses of the far divine, Marking the boundaries of finitude. By Euclid's theorems cramped, he seeks new spheres, And walks in high, far ways forever free, Toils with awed vision through the ordered years, Till, from the all-but-handled harmony, In some grave vision Deity appears, And in a graph he finds Eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GEOMETRY IS THE MIND OF GOD by JAMES GALVIN ST. FRANCIS EINSTEIN OF THE DAFFODILS (FIRST VERSION) by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS CHANG MCTANG MCQUARTER CAT by JOHN CIARDI COMRADES AND LOVERS, REST NOT by NELSON ANTRIM CRAWFORD |
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