Geometry
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