Here?s a poem by Dorothy Livesay:
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Mathematics
I want to play the great dame, darling
but only you can play it to perfection:
Much talk.. no bed. Some talk.. some bed
no talk.. all bed; and talk tomorrow.
I meant to play the great game, darling
and hold your bones deep to the root of one
I meant to play the great game, darling
but the heart for it is gone.
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How do you interpret that? I guess there are
many complex mth roots of 1=2*n*pi, n=0,1,2...
Also I guess the heart could be a cardioid. :-)
In the above poem some multiple spaces will
have been converted to a single space by my
newsreader Hogwasher, which does not
allow posting of multiple spaces (or spaces
at the start of a line) or of multiple blank lines.
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https://www.nfld.com/~dalton/dtales.html Salmon on the Thorns (mystic page)
?I gave my love a golden feather; I gave my love a heart of stone; When you find a golden feather it means you?ll never lose your way back home?(RR)
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