Valentine's Day Poem (Signifying Nothing: how does saying nothing at all become so loud?)

Saturday, 14 February 2004

Valentine's Day Poem

Here’s a short poem I wrote in grad school.

I gave my love an emerose
Upon a summer day,
While all around us in the grove
The gavagai did play.

“I’ve never seen a hue so green,”
My love did say to me.
“My dear,” I said, “it’s shmolored gred,
Just green until time t.”

Apologies to Nelson Goodman, Joseph Ullian, and W. V. Quine.

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