Sonnet on Albert, by Lisa Rodriguez
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Genius comes in many different faces.
But always we expect to see the stare
of sternness, frowns, wisdom's solemn traces.
It's natural to look for answers there.
But Albert, wild, white-haired and puppy-eyed,
the universe mapped out inside his head,
stumbled in unkempt, undignified
and no one heard a brilliant word he said.
For years mankind considered him a fool,
preferring those who seemed more scholarly.
But finally time and space required a rule
and Albert gave them relativity.
To see intelligence we must be blind.
No longer can we visualize the mind.
by Lisa (Teel) Rodriguez
1983 |
Posted: 2007-08-09 20:50:19 UTC |
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