This is not a poem :))
pleasantly surprised the famous geneticist also writes poems - can't say he is that good but hey, word play is always fun. So I made up a few lines, too:
first you would decipher, Dr. Stefansson,
in the genomic forest of Icelandic fellows
the faulty code of diabetes
then you could scrutinize the fine hairs
of your dear Northern fairies - me
Where do I find, lost in the brightness of a sunlit day,
The happiness of an unhappy man
Fortunate only to be just one copy of himself.
Everything else stinks - Kári Stefansson
lifted from this article:
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/11/30/world/what-in-the-world/on-an-island-named-for-ice-the-poets-are-just-getting-warmed-up.html
in the genomic forest of Icelandic fellows
the faulty code of diabetes
then you could scrutinize the fine hairs
of your dear Northern fairies - me
Where do I find, lost in the brightness of a sunlit day,
The happiness of an unhappy man
Fortunate only to be just one copy of himself.
Everything else stinks - Kári Stefansson
lifted from this article:
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/11/30/world/what-in-the-world/on-an-island-named-for-ice-the-poets-are-just-getting-warmed-up.html
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