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    Heaney’s Physics of Ironing

    Poetic physics of Seamus Heaney. An excerpt form “The Smoothing Iron.”

    Soft thumps on the ironing board.
    Her dimpled angled elbow
    and intent stoop
    as she aimed the smoothing iron

    like a plane into linen,
    like the resentment of women.
    To work, her dumb lunge says,
    is to move a certain mass

    through a certain distance,
    is to pull your weight and feel
    exact and equal to it.
    Feel dragged upon. And buoyant.

    Heaney, Seamus. “The Smoothing Iron.” Opened Ground: Selected Poems 1966-1996. New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1999. Print.

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    Relativistic Romance

    A romantic take on relativity of simultaneity by my student in PHYS 101, Einstein’s Century, a modern physics course for non-science majors.

    You and I and our perspective frames
    are resting relative to one another.
    So, how is it that we disagree?
    I say, “We fell in love the day we met.”
    You say, “It was much later.” But I know
    what I observed; the forehead kisses, and
    flushed cheeks, all of the more primitive signs,
    pointed to us in love at the same time.
    Maybe we were never quite in sync.
    At times when you appeared to pull away
    I, too, was moving, relative to you,
    and moving fast. So though we are at rest
    today, in our not­-quite­-so­-distant past
    simultaneity was an illusion.

    Celina Reynes,  Wellesley College ’16