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0.035 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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Man, the Creator!

by James Oppenheim

0.0966 − 0.1085i

Drawing the boundary…

The air you breathe

by Dylan Thomas

0.1136 − 0.1387i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Man, the Creator!

by James Oppenheim

Man, the Creator!
But why be man-the-anything?

Man's a dubious venture:
A split-off Question from the Unquestioning:
He and Nature he knows as "I" and " It."

This sundering: what has he gained by it?
He has edged out on a spring-board over the abyss…

I envy the spider:
Her fat belly spins silk for scooping nets, so she may eat,
And bags for her eggs, so she may procreate:
Her life's a tiny river that runs smooth and without question
Emptying into eggs:
As a single drop of blood in my wrist throbs one with my heart
So she with Nature.

Has she a reason for living?
No: but neither a reason for not-living.

But I, I have a hundred reasons for hating life:
For I hurl questions at its pains, failures, botches and funerals,
And it gives no answers...

Or thus it answers, my echo:
Emptiness!
Nothingness!

The air you breathe

by Dylan Thomas

The air you breathe encroaches
The throat is mine I know the neck
Wind is my enemy your hair shant stir
Under his strong impulsive kiss
The rainbow’s foot is not more apt
To have the centaur lover
So steal her not O goat-legged wind
But leave but still adore
For if the gods would love
Theyd see with eyes like mine
But should not touch like I
Your sweet inducive thighs
And raven hair.

 

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