Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Forgetful Number

Once upon a time there was a number
Pure and round like the sun
But lonely very lonely

It started to calculate by itself

It divided multiplied
Subtracted and added itself
But remained always alone

It stopped calculating
And shut itself away
In its rounded sunlit innocence

The glowing tracks of its calculations
Stayed outside

They began to hunt each other in the dark
To divide themselves without multiplying
To subtract themselves while adding

That's the way it goes in the dark

No one was left to plead to it
To call back its tracks
And rub them out

-Vasko Popa