You used to talk with me
as equal, in terms of curves, derivatives
equations, and the delicacy of
a molecule in motion.
Our dinner once was made from chalk,
reductions, math and words.
We were blackboard pioneers, me
as much as you, before your fame
reduced me to this boredom,
of being bourgeois
dependent on the money you received
for our scientific child.
You gave me custody, support,
but acclaim you kept when leaving me
to marry her — your cousin.
I never ceased to love you Albert,
and in our sons I try to see the same
sheen I saw in you.
Was I ever though, like Clara was for Robert,
or just a former wife and mother for your sons?
Austria is so cold but
at least I seized the money from your prize.
Today Kim M. Russell hosts dVerse poetics, and inspired by the poems of “The World’s Wife” by Carol Ann Duffy we shall write a poem from the perspective a famous (real, from myth or literature) person’s spouse write a poem.
Mileva Marić was Albert Einstein’s first wife, and a pioneer in math herself. It has been argued a lot how much the early work of Einstein might have been a collaboration. At least Albert received the prize for one of the works published in 1905 but Mileva received all the prize money. Albert’s second wife was his cousin.
August 23, 2016