Geometry

Alfred Kreymborg

  Never a mouse
  chases ever a tail,
  never a mouse ever sees
  that always a cat
  catches always a mouse,
  cats being kittens
  who once chased their tails.
  Toss a pebble into a stream,
  never a circle catches a circle;
  shoot a dawn-ball
  into the sky,
  never a moonbeam
  catches a sun;
  drop the same thought
  on the floor:
  Only a kitten catches a tail,
  the tail being straight,
  the kitten a circle.
  Yet never a mouse
  chases ever a tail,
  never a mouse ever sees
  that always some death
  catches always his mouse,
  deaths being kittens
  who once chased their tails.

Commentary

A nice poem to start the year off…

A dizzying poem that seems to be a metaphor for human progress, life, death, cosmology, logic, physics, metaphysics, space, time and the most pronouncedly noneuclidean geometries that ever sprung from a mathematician’s pipe-dreams. And no doubt a host of other things that I’ll think of the moment my head stops spinning.

— Martin

Links

A biography of Kreymborg, and another of his poems at poem #245

For another beautiful poem that explores the relationship between form, content, geometry and the universe, see poem #195


The Wondering Minstrels, poem #306 · 1 January 2000

Poem selected by Martin DeMello

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