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poem: The Square Root of 3

By Puspa

The Square Root of 3

by Dave Feinberg 

 

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

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4 Responses to “poem: The Square Root of 3”

  1. matt damon Says:
    October 12, 2008 at 9:57 am | Reply

    “We break free from our mortal bonds”

  2. Rahmadya Trias Says:
    October 12, 2008 at 4:17 pm | Reply

    Puspa … minal aidin wal faidzin, taqoballahu mina waminkum.

    Dalam kesendirian,
    aku bagaikan akar tiga = 1,7320… tak berirama,
    suatu bilangan irrasional yang paling tidak disuka,
    saat kujumpa dengannya,
    yang juga akar tiga,
    perkalian dengannya menjadi bilangan nyata …
    semoga didapat jodoh yang setia

    Oiya, udah ganti blog nih: http://www.rahmadya.co.cc (gratis), servernya saya larikan ke wordpress.com.

  3. Q Says:
    October 25, 2008 at 4:44 am | Reply

    you got some lines wrong.

    The poem should read:

    Square Root of Three
    by David Feinberg

    I fear that I will always be
    A lonely number like root three

    The three is all that’s good and right,
    Why must my three keep out of sight
    Beneath the vicious square root sign?
    I wish instead I were a nine

    For nine could thwart this evil trick,
    with just some quick arithmetic

    I know I’ll never see the sun,
    as 1.7321
    Such is my reality,
    A sad irrationality

    When, hark, just what is this I see?
    Another square root of a three

    Has quietly co-waltzing by,
    Together now we multiply
    To form a number we prefer,
    Rejoicing as an integer

    We break free from our mortal bonds
    And with a wave of magic wands

    Our square root signs become unglued
    And love for me has been renewed.

  4. I loved it Says:
    July 28, 2009 at 6:28 am | Reply

    I loved it and I uploaded HQ clip of it here:

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