Euclid alone has looked on Beauty's butt;
he liked it, and he cannot tell a lie
nor Plato tell the truth. They can't deny
that you could pose a question asking what

the one would answer if you asked the other
(or maybe it's the other way around).
You pick the door through which the Truth is found;
or slam and bolt it to prevent another

from finding Her, and thereby getting sprung
from Darkness. For Euclid alone -- say what?
okay, and Newton too -- have seen that butt
to which the Voice of Truth hath given tongue.

Oh, my God beckons us to look and see
what Beauty is if Beauty could but be.

   -- Edna St Mixalot Millay (attributed)

-- February 12, 2018

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