The Math of Passions

Songs of arithmetic

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He aches in the hardened sculpt of stones,

Measure a size of living earth for its mould,

Takes to arithmetic every tiny detail of fact,

Stores in lifeless numbers its size and breath,

To be accurate, precise even, is a feat of life,

He, the tech, the automoron of the life force,

Yet, when he's done, he forgets the achievement,

Throws it over, for the joy to live in the life,

To write songs that sing of its melodious creation,

Like praise to the self as it views its work that's done,

Not to gloat and boasts over its endeavors as fame,

But to play in its reaches as if lost in an amazement,

But most of all, to coin in a phrase, the all in all,

And to remember from its expression the way it began,

So long ago, the mathematics, it remembered as a poem.

 

 

Reviews

[BlueJay]

I hated Maths when I was in school; but after reading this, I might like it again. Such a hard subject to write about, and you did it without any flaws... So smooth and so beautiful!

[Leigh]

Maths is in everything, I can relate this to the ways we are taught to memorise certain number sequences like PI 'How I want a drink, alcoholic of course' to so many decimal places. Sri's poetry is always amazing and very thought provoking to read and I get a lot from it.

[Leslie Philibert]

I always read Sri`s work, and I`m glad to have looked at this.This is not only a good poem due to the content, but faultlessly written. What I think is excellent is the way the style, measured and careful fits the theme of mathematics,this is a poem that feels well with itself, a good write.