The Cantor Poem

Here’s the latest in my series of love poems a la the Great Philosophers.  Cantor was technically a mathematician, of course, but apparently he regarded himself as more of a philosopher.  Anyway…

THE CANTOR POEM

In the house we once shared

There were old wooden stairs

On which we etched a

Lemniscate.

It symbolized, you said,

The entanglement of our fates.

But even then, I suppose,

In moments of repose,

My happiness was limited by

This one recurring thought:

Where the infinite resides, we do not.

Wooden stairs inevitably turn to rot.

8/13/2012