Teaching mathematics to the next generation
is a matter of fact.
Students, finding the an unknown variable
we label 'X'
often need the instruction offered
by previous masters.
Though the power to teach
aspiring students
their logarithms and matrices
is vested as trust in me
where was the power
by which I could tell
that marriage added
was one plus one
equaling two,
and when divided only leaves the one
behind?
Author notes
This is "grand theft Edgar Lee Masters."
A contest entry
- The Asshole's PIF: Good Poets Borrow, Great Poets STEAL! SERIOUS POETS ONLY by Avatar of Innocence.
1600 points, ended April 12, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Nice...and a Bit Evil
I never thought that mathematics would ever make its way into poetry. Thank you for the querulous entry. This really isn't about math at all...but something deeper and more sinister: the institution of wedlock. Good you. I found nothing wrong with this poem...Ah, I may be getting rusty or this poem is the real deal.
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