from “The Cyberiad” by Stanislaw Lem:

Come, let us hasten to a higher plane,
Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn,
Their indices bedecked from one to n,
Commingled in an endless Markov chain!

Come, every frustum longs to be a cone,
And every vector dreams of matrices.
Hark to the gentle gradient of the breeze:
It whispers of [...]

We have a new poet laureate, W.S. Merwin. Here is one of his:

Separation

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

and another:

Rain Light

All day the stars watch from long ago
my mother said I am going [...]