Pythagorean Theorem

Pythagorean Theorem

Please be advised that in all matters pertaining to direction

I always follow Pythagoras. When I come to a fork in the road

I take it and set it aside (in case there is pi), before setting off on the hypotenuse,

Whose square root is always equal to the sum of the square roots

Of the two adjacent sides in a right triangle.

For it was Pythagoras who first unveiled the sacred ratios

Upon which music is based.

Are there more things in heaven and earth, Horatio

Than are dreamt of in your philosophy?

I do not know, but I’ll ask the brazen head of Roger Bacon.

I do know that blind Homer’s harp,

As he intoned the Odyssey, was tuned to the ratios of Pythagoras,

As was David’s as he strummed and sang to soothe old King Saul.

Like Orpheus, my lyre is tuned to Pythagorean tones

But, unlike Orpheus I won’t look back to check on the oak nymph Eurydice.

My gaze is focused on the horizon, where the parallels meet, the ever receding horizon

Out beyond the hypotenuse.

© 2016 Christopher R. Craddock

This entry was posted in poetry.

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