Sing to me, O Muse,
but not of Wand'ring Jews,
nor Ulysses, late of Troy,
nor Anchises or his boy.
Sing of one instead
who never left his bed
and yet contrived to find
the cosmos -- in his mind.
but not of Wand'ring Jews,
nor Ulysses, late of Troy,
nor Anchises or his boy.
Sing of one instead
who never left his bed
and yet contrived to find
the cosmos -- in his mind.
(more to come)
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