Ramanujan Poem by soren Barrett

Self taught from a book
Six thousand formulas and theorems, no proofs to look
Namagiri Thayar, magical formulas placed on his tongue out of dreams hazy
In a letter to Hardy he said 'you will think me crazy
but if you add each number from one to infinity
you get minus one over twelve' whispers of divinity
Laying on his death bed
He corrected Hardy that said
My cab number 1729 was boring
'No not boring but a number full of information storing
It's the smallest number expressible as the sum of two cubes in two different ways'
Calculated in seconds on his death bed at his end of days