POETRY

In Hallikarnassos, Herodotus

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In Hallikarnassos, Herodotus
Pondered the past—and how odd it is:
It bubbles and folds
And resists all our molds—
Not at all as Thucydides thought it is.

Seth Braver, an apostate mathematician living in Olympia, Washington, wonders if any other readers of Herodotus's account of Xerxes bursting into tears over time's passage find their minds incongruously (nay, runcibly) overrun by Edward Lear's "Xerxy, Perxy, Turxy, Xerxy, Linxy, Lurxy, Great King Xerxes!" He suspects he is alone.

In Hallikarnassos, Herodotus
Pondered the past—and how odd it is: