The Cantor Poem

 

Here’s the latest in my series of love poems a la the Great Philosophers.  Cantor was technically a mathematician, of course, but apparently he regarded himself as more of a philosopher.  Anyway…

 

THE CANTOR POEM

In the house we once shared

There were old wooden stairs

On which we etched a

Lemniscate.

 

It symbolized, you said,

The entanglement of our fates.

 

But even then, I suppose,

In moments of repose,

My happiness was limited by

This one recurring thought:

 

Where the infinite resides, we do not.

Wooden stairs inevitably turn to rot.

 

8/13/2012

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2 Responses to The Cantor Poem

  1. Nates says:

    I really like this one, David.

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