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

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Columbines

by Nora Hopper Chesson

−0.2042 − 0.7849i

Drawing the boundary…

Ears in the turrets hear

by Dylan Thomas

−0.1837 − 0.8007i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Columbines

by Nora Hopper Chesson

Sing a song of columbines 
(Doves within a nest), 
Fairer nosegay no lad twines 
For his Chloe's breast — 
Purple all for lover's pain, 
White for loyalty, 
Take your roses, bring again 
Columbines for me. 

Sing a song of columbines, 
White and purple-stoled, 
Ere the bloom is on the bines, 
When the nights are cold — 
They will watch the roses out, 
(Rose though Chloe be — 
What care I if Chloe flout?) 
Columbines for me. 

Ears in the turrets hear

by Dylan Thomas

Ears in the turrets hear
Hands grumble on the door,
Eyes in the gables see
The fingers at the locks.
Shall I unbolt or stay
Alone till the day I die
Unseen by stranger-eyes
In this white house?
Hands, hold you poison or grapes?

Beyond this island bound
By a thin sea of flesh
And a bone coast,
The land lies out of sound
And the hills out of mind.
No birds or flying fish
Disturbs this island’s rest.

Ears in this island hear
The wind pass like a fire,
Eyes in this island see
Ships anchor off the bay.
Shall I run to the ships
With the wind in my hair,
Or stay till the day I die
And welcome no sailor?
Ships, hold you poison or grapes?

Hands grumble on the door,
Ships anchor off the bay,
Rain beats the sand and slates.
Shall I let in the stranger,
Shall I welcome the sailor,
Or stay till the day I die?

Hands of the stranger and holds of the ships,
Hold you poison or grapes?

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