in which I attempt to write poetry about math

[ursula]

Does this make sense if you don't know who Sophie Germain is? Is it interesting if you do? What should I change?

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Boundary Conditions
Royal Academy of Science, Paris, 1823

This is her moment of triumph:
a seat at the center, a node.
Mademoiselle Germain sits silent,
head upright, chaperoned.
Academy members rise
or dip; the speaker drones.

Steel plate hums to the bow
like silk stretched tight.
Who grasps the edge controls--
she claims-- the waves inside.
She makes her hands unfold.
Her lips taste dry.

Comments

Imagery I found

[ib_dubie]

I thought realized gestalt theory at work here and a delicious subtley of insight regarding the possibility of including disparate edges through poetic license to the nonsense edging out the nominal meme, more a worm every enlightened mind must tame.

But please feel free to come clean and disrobe the coyness and closet dreams and give into moments which all succumb in time.

You're called to the pirate's kingdom to rule again.