chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
I love this poem! It so simply reflects on what is really important. It's funny -- I love science, appreciate its beauty, the power of its method, how it has helped manking. But I also love anti-science poetry, Dickinson's (I think) about seeing a flower through a mircroscope and not seeing the flower.
This poem says so much in so few words. A treasure!
This should be on a scrapbook page about Dan Dan (I love Bob's comment too--I don't think I'd heard the comment about the microscope before!)
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