Dedicated to Ada Byron, the first computer programmer (1815-1852).
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Father, the poet was, alas
a scoundrel, so her mother grasped
for calculated strength
feared what the lack of self-restraint
unfettered dreaming could concoct,
but, rather than let it be locked,
she took into her hands
equations, seeking art and her own chance
Drawing from gears and machines,
she translated the facts into a dream.
And she alone could look ahead and grasp
transcendent reason for the common task.
Proposing a machine,
a man who had mechanic dreams
gained a co-conspirator
who saw more in his work.
Rewriting the thoughts of a friend
more than doubled his Italian
and explicated how to replicate Bernoulli's art.
Drawing from gears and machines,
she translated the facts into a dream.
And she alone could look ahead and grasp
transcendent reason for the common task.
And when her frame failed to rise
her heart and mind refused to atrophy.
as if a flawless system that would never see collapse...
Drawing from gears and machines,
she saw through the mechanics to a dream...
Drawing from gears and machines
she translated the facts into a dream.
And she alone could look ahead and grasp
transcendent reason for the common task