"mendel" poems
Letter Of A Young Polish Nobleman,
Warsaw, 1759
There was a farce performed the other day
In the cathedral, where, as is my wont,
I'd gone to mass. While kneeling near the font,
I saw, when I had just begun to pray,
A mob of filthy Jews swarm up the aisle
To be baptised. The King himself was there
And even stood as sponsor to a pair
Of thick lips with a most unpleasant smile.
Back home, I asked my steward, Mendel Gryn,
What it had been about. "Pan Casimir,"
He said, "The man you saw was Yankev Frank,
Those were his followers: they claim that sin
Leads Man to God, but now, baptised, I hear
They've all been raised, by law, to noble rank."
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC
Love is a PCR reaction which always runs,
Love is a Centrifuge that always turns,
Love is the brightest of gel bands,
Love is the successful experiment of the luckiest hands,
Love is the paradox that Levinthal showed,
Love is the secret in every Protein fold,
Love is the compatibility of MHC's,
Love is greener than Mendel's peas,
It encompasses us like a fatty micelle,
It is an active synapse between the neural cell,
Love is fullerene a Bucky ball,
It is a hydrocarbon that cages us all,
It is a cat in Schrodinger's box,
It is fatter than the book of Nelson and ***
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC