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November
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Filed Under (Uncategorized) by brah.john on 19-11-2007
Something I quickly wrote back at Hope, oddly, one of the first things listed if you do an internet search for my name…
Sonnet 18 – If Shakespeare Loved Math
Shall I compare mathematics to a summer’s day?
Thou integrals are more lovely, and thou abstract algebra are more temperate:
I shall model rough winds shaking the darling buds of May using differential equations.
And the probability of summer’s lease having all too short a date:
Find the limit as hot goes to infinity of the eye of heaven,
And often mathematics can find this limit,
And although sometimes we may stumble,
It is often by chance that mathematics has taught us something new,
And this eternal wisdom shall not fade,
Nor lose usefulness in our fair world,
Nor shall death destroy the knowledge thou great mathematics,
For as we let time approach infinity, knowledge knows no limit,
So long as men can breathe, or minds can learn,
So long lives mathematics, and this gives life to thee
