<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455596" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Numbers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I like the generosity of numbers.<br>The way, for example,<br>they are willing to count<br>anything or anyone:<br>two pickles, one door to the room,<br>eight dancers dressed as swans.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I like the domesticity of addition--<br>add two cups of milk and stir--<br>the sense of plenty: six plums<br>on the ground, three more<br>falling from the tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And multiplication's school<br>of fish times fish,<br>whose silver bodies breed<br>beneath the shadow<br>of a boat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even subtraction is never loss,<br>just addition somewhere else:<br>five sparrows take away two,<br>the two in someone else's<br>garden now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's an amplitude to long division,<br>as it opens Chinese take-out<br>box by paper box,<br>inside every folded cookie<br>a new fortune.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I never fail to be surprised<br>by the gift of an odd remainder,<br>footloose at the end:<br>forty-seven divided by eleven equals four,<br>with three remaining.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three boys beyond their mothers' call,<br>two Italians off to the sea,<br>one sock that isn't anywhere you look.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Cornish">Mary Cornish</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455596" data-title="Numbers de Mary Cornish" data-description="I like the generosity of numbers. The way, for example, they are willing to count anything or anyone: two pickles, one door to the room, eight dancers dressed as swans. I like the domesticity of addition-- add two cups of milk and stir-- the sens..."></div> </div> </div>

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