poem 35 of a poem a day for 2012

Adoro l'anima di lei, completamente


Hypatia
would thou
doth condemn
the mob
who turned
your love
to sin
I know
I would

Hypatia
would thou
doth forgive
the mob
who turned
from your
trumpet begin
I know
I might not

Hypatia
would thou
doth weave me
again
your love
into my
geometry
I know
I want you to

Hypatia
would thou
doth know me
when I crawl
past your ash
by the sea
I know
they're burning
the lighthouse
of Alexandria
to be

Hypatia
would thou
doth have want
like me
for all of humanity
to see
that you knew
the cost
of love
and math
that you knew
the cost
of swimming sword
against the tide
and on
your own path

EJR (c)