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Path: ...!eternal-september.org!feeder3.eternal-september.org!news.eternal-september.org!.POSTED!not-for-mail From: Ross Clark <benlizro@ihug.co.nz> Newsgroups: sci.lang Subject: Edna St Vincent Millay died (19/10/1950) Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2024 22:23:58 +1300 Organization: A noiseless patient Spider Lines: 37 Message-ID: <vf2i7p$bq1n$1@dont-email.me> Reply-To: r.clark@auckland.ac.nz MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=utf-8; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Injection-Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2024 11:24:10 +0200 (CEST) Injection-Info: dont-email.me; posting-host="9aeac76139865259214252cacbf30c1d"; logging-data="387127"; mail-complaints-to="abuse@eternal-september.org"; posting-account="U2FsdGVkX18DMWPiUJqo0R3FkQtlbyUSH4vKYJSkACc=" User-Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.0; rv:52.0) Gecko/20100101 Thunderbird/52.9.1 Cancel-Lock: sha1:cAfDTEg+Fe0K7t5Pu+UYwCqqAMQ= X-Mozilla-News-Host: news://news.eternal-september.org:119 Content-Language: en-GB Bytes: 2442 American poet. Born 1892. Don't get much of a language connection, except insofar as every poet has one. Crystal quotes at length from a satirical piece she wrote in the early 20s in reaction to the prevailing spirit of wowserism in America (Prohibition, etc.) "dancing abolished...Sale of crepe paper and colored balloons prohibited. Two men surprised in Central Park with pockets full of confetti; and given sixty days each." In looking around for more information, I came across a line: Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. which took me back to a book I was given for Christmas, age 14: Imagination's Other Place: Poems of Science and Mathematics Compiled by Helen Plotz (NY,Thomas Y.Crowell, 1955). And here it is. I should read it again. Here's how that short poem ends: Fortunate they Who, though once only and then but far away, Have heard her massive sandal set on stone. This took me back to the algebraist Bomshik Chang, who taught one of the last mathematics courses I took, before I decided math was not my life's calling. He loved algebra, found beauty in it, and communicated this experience in his lectures. I see he died in 2012, but he's remembered for something: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chang_number https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/edna-st-vincent-millay https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edna_St._Vincent_Millay