Poem fractal

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Survivors

by Siegfried Sassoon

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Drawing the boundary…

The Parting-Gate

by Charles Tennyson Turner

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Survivors

by Siegfried Sassoon

No doubt they'll soon get well; the shock and strain
Have caused their stammering, disconnected talk.
Of course they're "longing to go out again,"—
These boys with old, scared faces, learning to walk,
They'll soon forget their haunted nights; their cowed
Subjection to the ghosts of friends who died,—
Their dreams that drip with murder; and they'll be proud
Of glorious war that shatter'd all their pride…
Men who went out to battle, grim and glad;
Children, with eyes that hate you, broken and mad.

The Parting-Gate

by Charles Tennyson Turner

In that old beech-walk, now bestrewn with mast,
And roaring loud — they lingered long and late;
Harsh was the clang of the last homeward gate
That latch'd itself behind them, as they pass'd —
Then kissed and parted. Soon her funeral knell
Tolled from a foreign clime; he did not talk
Nor weep, but shuddered at that stern farewell;
'Twas the last gate in all their lovers'-walk
Without the kiss beyond it! Was it good
To leave him thus, alone with his sad mood,
In that dear footpath, haunted by her smile?
Where they had laughed and loitered, sat and stood?
Alone in life! alone in Moreham wood!
Through all that sweet, forsaken, forest-mile!

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