Forget, for food improvident and spare
The richest garden in your memory;
Bring down the white fruit from the tree
Which is too heavy for the tree to bear.
The richest garden in your memory
You shall begin to change, with that despair
Which is too heavy for the tree to bear,
The secret vision that you are not free.
You shall begin to change with that despair,
The moon that skews the circle of the sea.
The secret vision that you are not free
Is no less true for wisdom, no less fair.
The moon that skews the circle of the sea,
Promises of apples hung among the air,
Is no less true for wisdom, no less fair;
Weigh them, silver in your hand, for me.
Poem by Emily Grosholz
(published in: Great Circles: The Transits of Mathematics and Poetry by Emily Grosholz, Springer
2018, pages 20-21)
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