Poem fractal

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The Heart Breaking

by Abraham Cowley

0.0655 − 0.2947i

Drawing the boundary…

The Chimney-Sweeper

by William Blake

0.0702 − 0.2626i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Heart Breaking

by Abraham Cowley

It gave a piteous groan, and so it broke;
In vain it something would have spoke:
The love within too strong for 't was,
Like poison put into a Venice-glass.

I thought that this some remedy might prove;
But oh, the mighty serpent Love,
Cut by this chance in pieces small,
In all still lived, and still it stung in all.

And now, alas! each little broken part
Feels the whole pain of all my heart;
And every smallest corner still
Lives with the torment which the whole did kill.

Even so rude armies, when the field they quit,
And into several quarters get;
Each troop does spoil and ruin more
Than all joined in one body did before.

How many Loves reign in my bosom now!
How many loves, yet all of you!
Thus have I changed with evil fate
My Monarch-love into a Tyrant-state.

The Chimney-Sweeper

by William Blake

A little black thing among the snow,
    Crying! 'weep! weep!' in notes of woe!
'Where are thy father and mother? Say!'—
    'They are both gone up to the church to pray.

'Because I was happy upon the heath,
    And smiled among the winter's snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
    And taught me to sing the notes of woe.

'And because I am happy and dance and sing,
    They think they have done me no injury,
And are gone to praise God and His priest and king,
    Who made up a heaven of our misery.'

From Songs of Experience

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