I have decided that I will post my mathematical poetry here as well. I will stagger the posting of those already written over time, starting with the one whose inception is temporally most distant.

This is the first:

The Wellspring of Imagination

You are the world to all humanity

Yet misled masses despise you greatly.

You are physics, which is totality,

Yet people think of you abhorrently!

You are perfect, you are most absolute.

You are Nature’s bedrock, its graceful heart,

Timeless, infinite, profoundly acute,

You are the mother of all human art!

You are hard logic, an eternal guide,

You are chaos, who romps in atom’s hearts,

You are concrete, harmony you provide,

You are pure muse, in poets’ teeming hearts.

You, most beautiful in all creation,

The Eternal Wellspring of Imagination.