This is the home page of: Robert Reams
Office: Room 2064, Oliver Hall (Physical wing), Department of Mathematics,
Address: Virginia Commonwealth University, 1001 W. Main Street, Richmond, VA 23284
Phone: (804) 828-5576

(My new address from August 2008 will be: Room 239E, Hawkins Hall, Department of Mathematics, SUNY Plattsburgh, Plattsburgh, NY 12901, with email:

1st Honours Algebra if you're in 1st Honours algebra at NUIG in Galway.
2003 syllabus for Calculus III MATH 212 (in postscript) (in pdf)
Distance geometry and molecular conformations (in postscript) (in pdf)
The old VCU MATH 151 Precalculus home page is here
If MyMathLab is not working properly for you, check my MyMathLab foible page for a possible reason.
How I installed Suse Linux 9.1 on an external hard drive dual bootable with Windows XP

Click on this if you want to find out about my research.

Click on this for an animation link.

A poem by the English poet Walter de la Mare (1873-1953) from 1912:

The Listeners

'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
'Is there anybody there?' he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:-
'Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,' he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.

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