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Albert Einstein Poems

ALBERT EINSTEIN POEMS These are "poems" I created from Albert Einstein quotes, changing a word here and there for the sake of meter and rhyme... A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy? —Albert Einstein, interpretation by Michael R. Burch Relativity and the 'Physics' of Love by Albert Einstein, interpretation by Michael R. Burch Sit next to a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. Sit on a red-hot stove for a minute, it seems like an hour. That's relativity! Oh, it should be possible to explain the laws of physics to a barmaid! ... but how could she ever, in a million years, explain love to an Einstein? All these primary impulses, not easily described in words, are the springboards of man's actions—because any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves! Solitude by Albert Einstein, interpretation by Michael R. Burch Solitude is painful when one is young, but delightful when one is more mature. I live in that solitude which was painful in my youth, but seems delicious now, in the years of my maturity. Now it gives me great pleasure, indeed, to see the stubbornness of an incorrigible nonconformist so warmly acclaimed... and yet it seems vastly strange to be known so universally and yet be so lonely. Morality by Albert Einstein, interpretation by Michael R. Burch Still, as far as I'm concerned, I prefer silent vice to ostentatious virtue: I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference! Against Hubris by Albert Einstein, interpretation by Michael R. Burch Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind, and whoever undertakes to establish himself as the judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods. War and Peace by Albert Einstein, interpretation by Michael R. Burch But heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathsome nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism: how passionately I hate them! Perfection of means and confusion of ends seem to characterize our age and it has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity, that technological progress is like an axe in the hands of a pathological criminal, and that the attempt to combine wisdom and power has only rarely been successful and then only for a short while. It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder. (I do not know what weapons World War III will be fought with, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.) Oh, how I wish that somewhere there existed an island for those who are wise and of goodwill! ... In such a place even I would be an ardent patriot, for I am not only a pacifist, but a militant pacifist. I am willing to fight for peace, for nothing will end war unless the people themselves refuse to go to war. Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty. And peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding. Mystery by Albert Einstein, interpretation by Michael R. Burch There are two ways to live your life: one is as though nothing is a miracle, the other is as though everything is a miracle. The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious: it is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed. Curiosity by Albert Einstein, interpretation by Michael R. Burch The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity. People do not grow old no matter how long we live. We never cease to stand like curious children before the great Mystery into which we were born. Character by Albert Einstein, interpretation by Michael R. Burch Great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from weak minds because anger dwells only in the bosom of fools and weakness of attitude soon becomes weakness of character. Only two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity (and I'm not sure about the former) ; furthermore, we can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them. The world is a dangerous place: not just because of the people who are evil, but also because of the good people who don't do anything about it. He who joyfully marches to music rank and file has already earned my contempt: he has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would surely suffice. These are poem about Albert Einstein or in which I mention him ... Excerpts from “Travels with Einstein” by Michael R. Burch I went to Berlin to learn wisdom from Adolph. The wild spittle flew as he screamed at me, with great conviction: “Please despise me! I look like a Jew!” So I flew off to ’Nam to learn wisdom from tall Yankees who cursed “yellow” foes. “If we lose this small square,” they informed me, earth’s nations will fall, dominoes!” I then sat at Christ’s feet to learn wisdom, but his Book, from its genesis to close, said: “Men can enslave their own brothers!” (I soon noticed he lacked any clothes.) So I traveled to bright Tel Aviv where great scholars with lofty IQs informed me that (since I’m an Arab) I’m unfit to lick dirt from their shoes. At last, done with learning, I stumbled to a well where the waters seemed sweet: the mirage of American “justice.” There I wept a real sea, in defeat. Keywords/Tags: Albert Einstein, poet, poems, poetry, relativity, physics, love, time, genius, stupidity, universe, light

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