Old Math

The title of the following sequence of poems is meant to refer, not to me (although, as of this writing, I’m newly 80); rather, it’s meant to refer to several piles of papers that I recently found up in my attic. I created them about 50, 60 years ago; I was ages about 16–32 when I wrote them. Some of them are literary and some are math. It’s always interesting and poignant to look back in time, but I feel that, when the background of this looking back is creativity, it’s interesting/poignant in expanded ways.