Bohr sees Einstein
God’s dice
are thrown one way,
but dark comes out of light,
which goes back to square one, no right
choice left.
Heisenberg calls Pauli
You are
not there? I must
leave first then you will come?
If I were you, then we would be
both here.
Clinical Dispensation
There is something special
about a knows-it-all,
They don’t ask questions,
or think beyond the pall.
Such would be extravagant,
risk exposure. Perchance
appear confused, or miss a step
in some mysterious dance.
In a land of safety and security,
the power of conviction never,
ever gets out of their control.
Colorless, they stay forever clever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem