Hedwig Kiesler, Austrian and fair,
A beauty that left the world in a stare.
She shed her guise, defied the norms,
Amidst the whispers, amidst the storms.
Her cinematic escapade, a daring spree,
In “Ecstasy,” she set her spirit free.
Naked in woods, a scandalous display,
Defying norms, she danced life’s ballet.
Louis B. Mayer hailed her beauty as divine,
MGM’s star, blazing, she would shine.
Banned and coveted, her film’s allure,
A dance with scandal, a forbidden tour.
Yet ’twas her mind, a genius pure,
Hedwig Kiesler, intellect obscure.
Prodigious in math, in science keen,
Her brilliance far surpassed the scene.
Through roles of allure, her beauty spun,
Weaved a life where power won.
Six husbands tangled in her sphere,
Dictators and producers near.
But beneath the glamour, a mind profound,
A Jewish prodigy, intellect unbound.
In the arms trade, her husband’s sway,
She listened, learned, in silence, she’d stay.
Imprisoned in a castle, a gilded cage,
Escape plotted, fueled by rage.
Her flight from Mandl, a daring flee,
Escape from bonds, to be free.
From Hitler’s reach, she slipped away,
Her brilliance shaped our present day.
From tyranny’s grasp, she broke away,
Invention brewed, a brighter day.
Sold her jewels, London bound,
A meeting with Mayer, destiny-found.
Mayer’s praise, a lofty claim,
“Beauty unparalleled!” his aim.
Yet ’twas her mind, a brilliant ray,
That shaped the world in a different way.
As war raged, a mind astute,
She crafted a system, a silent salute.
A technology, a secret to wield,
Coded messages, a battlefield.
Hedy and Anthiel, an unlikely pair,
Synchronized frequencies in the air.
Patent granted, a legacy sown,
Spread spectrum’s seeds silently sown.
Hedy Lamarr, a name for the screen,
Yet her brilliance in silence, long unseen.
In the wireless world, a pioneer’s mark,
Wi-fi whispers, a silent spark.
LTE’s promise, a spectrum-wide gaze,
Hedy’s invention, the foundation lays.
A Hollywood beauty, an inventor unseen,
In the shadows, her intellect-keen.
Hedy Lamarr, a name to remember,
A wireless legacy, a silent ember.
Amidst the reels, of King Kong’s fame,
One starlet danced, in her own game.
But beyond the looks, beyond the gleam,
Lay a mind that’d shape the unseen dream.

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