Friday, September 10, 2010

The Tetractys

Here is a poem by Sir William Rowan Hamilton:

Or high Mathesis, with her charm severe,
Of line and number, was our theme; and we
Sought to behold her unborn progeny,
And thrones reserved in Truth's celestial sphere:
While views, before attained, became more clear;
And how the One of Time, of Space the Three,
Might, in the Chain of Symbol, girdled be:
And when my eager and reverted ear
Caught some faint echoes of an ancient strain,
Some shadowy outlines of old thoughts sublime,
Gently he smiled to see, revived again,
In later age, and occidental clime,
A dimly traced Pythagorean lore,
A westward floating, mystic dream of FOUR.


  1. This is astonishing. Poems, from you, the harsh Kea? The math inspires? I like this.

  2. I have always been a fan of poetry, Ulla.


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