Dorothy Featherstone Porter

(1954 - 2008 / Sydney)

Numbers - Poem by Dorothy Featherstone Porter

I get magic
(sometimes I get more
than I bargain for)

but I don't get
numbers.

Numbers do worse
than humiliate
or elude me

they don't add up.

I am no algebra tart
ravished
by the meretricious music
of the spheres.






My eyes and nose
never streamed
with incontinent ecstasy
through geometry classes
as my disastrous triangles
collapsed in a cacophony
around me.

Perhaps it's a failing
to grasp
or even want
the utterly perfect number
burning through my retina
like the utterly perfect morning.

Instead I peer
with nauseating vertigo
into the deep dark pitch
of numbers
like an exhausted mammoth
dangerously tottering
on the edge
of a bottomless mystery.


Comments about Numbers by Dorothy Featherstone Porter

  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/20/2016 8:08:00 AM)

    Tottering!
    Mystery. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 20, 2016

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 20, 2016


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