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Carpe Diem

by John Van Alstyne Weaver

0.2623 − 0.3092i

Drawing the boundary…

Rest Only in the Grave

by James Clarence Mangan

0.2554 − 0.3047i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Carpe Diem

by John Van Alstyne Weaver

Why're you always pullin' sob-stuff?
Honey, what's the big idear?
"Will I never love no others? —
How many girls do I get a year?"
What's the good o' borryin' trouble?
Damn tomorrow! What's it worth?
Just this lovin' night can give us
Everythin' there is on earth.

Say, you know old Apple Annie,
Blurry-eyes, and nose all blue?
Oncet she was a knock-out looker,
Oncet she was as sweet as you.
While she's creepin' 'round the alleys
Why d'ye think she smiles all day?
'Cause her old bean's all chuck full with
Things no years can't take away.

Kiss me like you want to kiss me,
Lock your arms around me tight!
Don't be fightin' what you're feelin'—
Nothin' matters but tonight!
When you're dry, and white, and pinched-up
You'll remember times like this —
You'll be glad and glad, I tell you,
For the joys you didn't miss.

Rest Only in the Grave

by James Clarence Mangan

I rode till I reached the House of Wealth—
'Twas filled with Riot and blighted health.

I rode till I reached the House of Love—
'Twas vocal with sighs beneath and above!

I rode till I reached the House of Sin—
There were shrieks and curses without and within.

I rode till I reached the House of Toil—
Its inmates had nothing to bake or boil.

I rode in search of the House of Content,
But never could reach it, far as I went!

The House of Quiet, for Strong and Weak,
And Poor and Rich, I have still to seek.

This House is narrow, and dark, and small,
But the only Peaceful House of all.

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