Poem fractal

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

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Secret

by Gwendolyn B. Bennett

0.2536 + 0.3288i

Drawing the boundary…

I Stood with the Dead

by Siegfried Sassoon

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Secret

by Gwendolyn B. Bennett

I shall make a song like your hair…
Gold-woven with shadows green-tinged,
And I shall play with my song
As my fingers might play with your hair.
Deep in my heart
I shall play with my song of you,
Gently….
I shall laugh
At its sensitive lustre…
I shall wrap my song in a blanket,
Blue like your eyes are blue
With tiny shots of silver.
I shall wrap it caressingly,
Tenderly….
I shall sing a lullaby
To the song I have made
Of your hair and eyes…
And you will never know
That deep in my heart
I shelter a song of you
Secretly….

I Stood with the Dead

by Siegfried Sassoon

I stood with the Dead, so forsaken and still:
When dawn was grey I stood with the Dead.
And my slow heart said, "You must kill; you must kill:
Soldier, soldier, morning is red."

On the shapes of the slain in their crumpled disgrace
I stared for a while through the thin cold rain....
"O lad that I loved, there is rain on your face,
And your eyes are blurred and sick like the plain."

I stood with the Dead.... They were dead; they were dead;
My heart and my head beat a march of dismay:
And gusts of the wind came dulled by the guns....
"Fall in!" I shouted; "Fall in for your pay!"

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