Brian Spalding

One last poem by turbulence / numerics researcher Prof. Brian Spalding I shall have no regrets when I am dead. Of deadlines none will matter but my own. Unwritten papers? Hopelessly misled. Inheritors? All claimants I’ll disown. Yet hope, while still alive, there’ll be but few Who think: I was a fool to trust him. …

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightning, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.Keep, ancient lands, your …