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名人诗歌|From "The Riddle of Flat Circles"

来源:www.cqkxpx.com 2024-07-13
by Aaron Fogel

The Romans got their circling powers

From a corps1 of Hellenic mathematicians2.

Romethe container-skull, the fountainhead

Lookout3 holes calling itself Reason.

Against her SpainMaya uprisingsagainst that grip

People with terra cotta plus bluegrass flesh

Flights, transhumance y more or less dispoblado.

Two conch-shaped continents boisterously4 Romesqued.

The merry die young. The sad, guarded

And anxious live long lives. The really grim

Are immortal5. Continue the anti-anti-census.

Capitulate to no Romes.

Heliodemography is the study of the population

Of the sun. Mrs. Smith lives there with the Mister.

Through an art-of-the-state telescope Iris6 observes

Cantilevered Yiddishs stern stars.


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