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I hope to eventually include some of my writings in mathematics, education, technology, and philosophy here, and some poems about mountains and the sea.
For now here is a mathematician's version of Robert Frost's Stopping by woods on a snowy evening. I "wrote" this poem one night when I was stuck on a math problem that involved the golden ratio, and it was a way to help me letting go of my frustration. For aspiring math students, getting stuck on the problem you're working on is quite common even among the best of us! So, get used to it (and this applies to other scientific work too).
A mathematician's take on Stopping by woods (With apologies to Frost):
Whose roots these are I think I know.
Their minimal polynomial is over the integers though;
It will not see me stopping here
To watch its roots put on a dynamic show.
My little cat must think it queer
To stop without another math problem near
Between the books and frozen mind
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his head a little shake
To meow if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of a weary mind in a world of make.
The roots are lovely, irrationally deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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