Atomic Poetry

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Once there was an Archer,
And there was a minute
When He shot a shaft
On a new Departure.
Then He must have laughed:
Comedy was in it.
For the game He hunted
Was the non-existence
Of the Phoenix pullet
And the shaft got blunted
On her non-resistance,
Like a dum-dum bullet-
Did in fact get splattered
Like a ripe tomato.
That's how matter mattered.

-Robert Frost
1962

The Secret Sits
We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the secret sits in the middle and knows.

-Robert Frost
1936

Poetry in science class?!

See if you can figure out what these poems have to do with science.