Algebra of the heart.

{Undated. Must be back in school so I’ve moved the date to September.}

I learned in English today the words of one E.E. Cummings;

“Poetry is the algebra of the heart.”

We discussed the meanings of this phrase. We concluded that poetry was its own secret language, only the persons who know and understand the circumstances of the poem can understand it truly. Just as only mathematicians can solve the largest of equations. {This kid is starting to get on my nerves.}

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