The great professor from Harvard
retired to being on Berkeley's faculty.
I sat in his lecture hall
and he held undergraduate office hours,
I never went.
He had been seriously considered for Einstein's
seat at The Institute for Advanced Studies at Princeton.
He - the great professor - was declined as not adequately
quantitative enough for Princeton.
Princeton told me do not bother to even apply.
The great professor and myself had this one thing in common -
we had both been rejected by Princeton.
One day in Berkeley on the way to class
together we shared a chuckle.
I never went to see him during office hours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem