
Physicists at CERN have taken a photo of a neutrino in action, which calls for a poem -- the only one I know about neutrinos:
Cosmic Gall
by John Updike
Neutrinos, they are very small.
They have no charge and have no mass
And do not interact at all.
The earth is just a silly ball
To them, through which they simply pass,
Like dustmaids down a drafty hall
Or photons through a sheet of glass.
They snub the most exquisite gas,
Ignore the most substantial wall,
Cold shoulder steel and sounding brass,
Insult the stallion in his stall,
And, scorning barriers of class,
Infiltrate you and me. Like tall
And painless guillotines they fall
Down through our heads into the grass.
At night, they enter at Nepal
And pierce the lover and his lass
From underneath the bed—you call
It wonderful; I call it crass.

That's kind of funny.
Posted by: Ana | October 25, 2007 at 10:24 PM
I think so too. It's one of my favorite bits of light verse. I like John Updike's poetry better than his novels.
Posted by: gail | October 26, 2007 at 09:44 PM