Relearning

ARTIST
by Robert Francis

He cuts each log in lengths exact
As truly as truth cuts a fact.

When he sawed an honest pile
Of wood, he stops and chops awhile.

Each section is twice split in two
As truly as a fact is true.

Then having split all to be split,
He sets to work at stacking it.

No comb constructed by a bee
Is more a work of symmetry

Than is this woodstack whose strict grace
Is having each piece in its place.
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When the class gets too noisy, my Math teacher in grade school begins speaking softly, quietly, then we pay attention.

Most checked out

A stranger who’s a friend

Peak of perfection

Retrograde

Sun-shower

Weekend (sort of) double bill

I'm a friend of Matthew's

Electric shock

The soul of Wit

Painlessly instructed: Notes on ‘The Consolations of Philosophy’

Delighted to meet her