Richard Fenyman
The mind of an all but mediocre
Genius
The howl of the imagination
Made life incarnate
In formulas, in expressions, in scientific
There I see your childlike smile,
A greater sense of wonder on a leathered face
You taught us to think twice and then again
About what lies on the surface beneath
A magic man playing his mambo
Dancing with Shroddinger’s kittens
You were catnip for the soul.
poem by Denis Kucharski
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