James Clerk Maxwell

(13 June 1831 – 5 November 1879 / Edinburgh, Scotland)

James Clerk Maxwell Poems

1. Torto Volitans Sub Verbere Turbo Quem Pueri Magno In Gyro Vacua Atria Circum Intenti Ludo Exercent 1/3/2003
2. Song Of The Cub 1/3/2003
3. To The Chief Musician Upon Nabla: A Tyndallic Ode 1/3/2003
4. Song Of The Edinburgh Academician 1/3/2003
5. Tune, Il Segreto Per Esser Felice 1/3/2003
6. Specimen Of Translation From The Ajax Of Sophocles 1/3/2003
7. To The Committee Of The Cayley Portrait Fund 1/3/2003
8. The Death Of Sir James, Lord Of Douglas 1/3/2003
9. To K.M.D. 1/3/2003
10. To F.W.F. 1/3/2003
11. Seventh Ode Of The Fourth Book Of Horace 1/3/2003
12. To The Additional Examiner For 1875 1/3/2003
13. To My Wife 1/3/2003
14. To The Air Of Lorelei 1/3/2003
15. Valedictory Address To The D--N 1/3/2003
16. To Hermann Stoffkraft, Ph.D., The Hero Of A Recent Work Called Paradoxical Philosophy 1/3/2003
17. Ninth Ode Of The Third Book Of Horace 1/3/2003
18. The Vampyre 1/3/2003
19. Will You Come Along With Me? 1/3/2003
20. Professor Tait, Loquitur 1/3/2003
21. Valentine By A Telegraph Clerk 1/3/2003
22. Reply To The Above, By F.W.F. 1/3/2003
23. Why, When Our Sun Shines Clearest 1/3/2003
24. An Onset 1/3/2003
25. Report On Tait's Lecture On Force 1/3/2003
26. Numa Pompilius 1/3/2003
27. Nathalocus 1/3/2003
28. Recollections Of A Dreamland 1/3/2003
29. In Memory Of Edward Wilson, Who Repented Of What Was In His Mind To Write After Section 1/3/2003
30. British Association, Notes Of The President's Address 1/3/2003
31. On St. David's Day 1/3/2003
32. School Rhymes 1/3/2003
33. Horace, Seventh Epode 1/3/2003
34. A Student's Evening Hymn 1/3/2003
35. I'Ve Heard The Rushing 1/3/2003
36. Answer To Tait 1/3/2003
37. Cats Cradle Song, By A Babe In Knots 1/3/2003
38. A Vision Of A Wrangler, Of A University, Of Pedantry, And Of Philosophy 1/3/2003
39. Lines Written Under The Conviction That It Is Not Wise To Read Mathematics In November After One’s Fire Is Out 1/3/2003
40. Reflex Musings: Reflections From Various Surfaces 1/3/2003
Best Poem of James Clerk Maxwell

Molecular Evolution

At quite uncertain times and places,
The atoms left their heavenly path,
And by fortuitous embraces,
Engendered all that being hath.
And though they seem to cling together,
And form "associations" here,
Yet, soon or late, they burst their tether,
And through the depths of space career.

So we who sat, oppressed with science,
As British asses, wise and grave,
Are now transformed to wild Red Lions,
As round our prey we ramp and rave.
Thus, by a swift metamorphosis,
Wisdom turns wit, and science joke,
Nonsense is incense to our noses, ...

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To K.M.D.

In the buds, before they burst,
Leaves and flowers are moulded;
Closely pressed they lie at first,
Exquisitely folded.

Though no hope of change they felt,
Folded hard together,
Soon their sap begins to melt
In the warmer weather.

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