True Sympathy
Because I could not bear to make
An Algebraist cry
I gazed with interest at X
And never thought of Why.
The Higher Mathematics
There is a place apart
Beyond the solar ray
Where parallel straight lines can meet
in an unofficial way.
William Blake, 威廉·布莱克, ウィリアム・ブレイク TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
‘一粒砂里有一个世界，一朵花里有一个天堂。把无穷无尽握于手掌，永恒宁非是刹那时光’