…últimament estic recollint informació per un treball sobre el paper de les dones en la ciència i la tecnologia, ja ho avanço: és un paper de cinc línies com a molt :(. Buscant, buscant m’he trobat aquest poema d’una poeta anomenada Sue Owen, resident a Louissiana. Una oda al número ZERO, representant del nores:
Zero
This is the story of zero,
born to live a life
of emptiness, only
child of plus and minus.
Its bones invisible
so it could be seen through
like an eye.
With that vision, you could
see the past and future
and how they mimic each other.
At first, it was thought
the zero was a mouth
and would say something
profound to the numbers.
But added to them, it never
amounted to much, and
subtracted, it never wanted
to take anything away.
Zero was a sad case,
only wanted to master emotion
and silence like chess.
Each winter, the approaching
degrees never could locate
its cold, missing heart.
Sue Owen
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