Rubá’í of the Day
201
Now is the time earth decks her greenest bowers,
And trees, like Musa’s hand, grow white with flowers!
As ’twere at ‘Isa’s breath the plants revive,
While clouds brim o’er, like tearful eyes, with showers.
Rubá’í of the Day
200
When false dawn streaks the east with cold, gray line,
Pour in your cups the pure blood of the vine;
The truth, they say, tastes bitter in the mouth,
This is a token that the “Truth ” is wine.
Rubá’í of the Day
199
These fools have never burnt the midnight oil
In deep research, nor do they ever toil
To step beyond themselves, but dress them fine,
And plot of credit others to despoil.
Quote for the Week
… es ist wahr, ein Mathematiker, der nicht etwas Poet ist, wird nimmer ein vollkommener Mathematiker sein.
… it is true that a mathematician who is not somewhat of a poet, will never be a perfect mathematician.
–Karl Weierstrass, letter to Sofia Kovalevskaya, August 27, 1883, as shared by Gösta Mittag-Leffler at the 2nd International Congress for Mathematicians in Paris. Compte rendu du deuxième Congrès international des mathematiciens tenu à Paris du 6 au 12 août 1900, Gauthier-Villars (Paris), 1902, page 149. Courtesy of Wikiquote.
Rubá’í of the Day
198
Rich men, who take to drink, the world defy
With shameless riot, and as beggars die;
Place in my ruby pipe some emerald hemp,
‘Twill do as well to blind care’s serpent eye.
Proof that Plants Actually Do Talk to Each Other
A study published Tuesday in the scientific journal BMC Ecology reveals that plants are able to communicate with each other even when light, scent and touch have been removed from the equation, leading scientists to speculate that there’s a wholly different mechanism they use to encourage each other…
Rubá’í of the Day
197
True I drink wine, like every man of sense,
For I know Allah will not take offense;
Before time was, He know that I should drink,
And who am I to thwart His prescience?
Beethoven for Finals Week: Symphonies 7 and 8
Had to do the Eighth movement by movement. Also, last year I must have started this series on a Sunday instead of a Monday, since I’m having to repost two for today. Nevertheless, enjoy.
Rubá’í of the Day
196
To drain a gallon beaker I design,
Yea, two great beakers, brimmed with richest wine;
Old faith and reason thrice will I divorce,
Then take to wife the daughter of the vine.
