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to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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14 March 2013

Delightful How the Cicadas


(A Pi poem for Pi Day)

Delightful
how
the cicadas

sing

in repetitive
yet
intricately musical chantings —
when slowed
for our unaware ears

by digital means,

so that now
we distinguish notes
which we imagine as coming
from exotic, unknown instruments …
as, most sublimely, they do.

(I once heard such a slowed recording — amazing, unrecognisable.)

Pi poems are also known as Cadae (the alphabetical equivalent of the first 5 digits of Pi). Both syllables per line and lines per stanza follow the Pi sequence of numbers.

3 comments:

  1. ha....knew it was pi day...but had never heard of this form....fascinating it works both in syllable and word...i like the sound of the cicadas

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  2. I havent heard of the form either. It is clever. And the thought of the recording is wonderful. I so love the sound of cicadas.

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  3. I thought that, just for fun, I must do a Pi poem for Pi Day — and somehow, with no external trigger, the memory of that recording presented itself. Who knows how the subconscious works? Glad to have intrigued you both! :)

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