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

This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

Iseult of Ireland

by Nora Hopper Chesson

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Drawing the boundary…

The Bat

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Iseult of Ireland

by Nora Hopper Chesson

"Iseult" and "Iseult," 
"Iseult" all day, 
Yammer and cry the gulls that fly 
Tintagel way. 

Tristram and Iseult — 
Ivy and rose, 
Twist there and make for old sake's sake 
The knot Love knows. 

Ivy o'er Iseult 
Clambers and clings: 
The wind that blows Tristram's rose 
Folds there his wings. 

Larks over Iseult 
Sweet service say, 
And lovers' feet are fain to meet 
Tintagel way. 

High over Iseult's, 
Though his grave be, 
There lies a doom on Arthur's tomb 
That none may see. 

"Tristram and Iseult" 
Love sets to rhyme: 
Shall they not rise pure in Love's eyes 
In his good time? 

The Bat

by Emily Dickinson

The bat is dun with wrinkled wings
  Like fallow article,
And not a song pervades his lips,
  Or none perceptible.

His small umbrella, quaintly halved,
  Describing in the air
An arc alike inscrutable, —
  Elate philosopher!

Deputed from what firmament
  Of what astute abode,
Empowered with what malevolence
  Auspiciously withheld.

To his adroit Creator
  Ascribe no less the praise;
Beneficent, believe me,
  His eccentricities.

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