a found poem
It is hard to let go of Pythagoras.
He has meant so much
to so many
for so long.
Most of what you believe
or think you know
Much of it deliberately contrived.
Did he discover the geometrical theorem
that bears his name?
Did he ponder the harmony of the spheres?
Does he deserve credit
for analysing the mathematical ratios
that structure musical concordances?
Found in M.F. Burnyeat's cover piece Other Lives in this week's London Review of Books
(Sorry to be the one to break the bad news.)