Then Alice saw an ancient
violin and asked Merlin to
play it – I only play gamma-
ray tunes, Merlin said, it is
a quantum violin and doesn’t
play anything else – I once
had a quantum-cello, for
optical tunes, but it is lost;
then Merlin played “Nucléet
in C Sharp”, a very sad
gamma-ray tune - Alice
thought the music very
strange indeed, with ocean
waves breaking on sandy
shores, interwoven with
high-pitched tunes like
the whistling of an arrow
swishing by – it had a
strange, powerful effect
on her– she closed her
eyes and drifted
off to sleep….
Based on “Mr Tompkins in Paperback”, George Gamow
I don't know who you are refering to but this poem certainly shows an assurity that few writers on this site possess. I am reminded of Jefferson Carter's approach and a ssuredness. Thus, this is a great poem and I am surwe that you have more than this which are just as brilliant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good job on Gamow. Those dudes from Oxford...