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Negative love

by John Donne

0.0761 − 0.2182i

Drawing the boundary…

The Cuckoo Sings in the Heart of Winter

by Nora Hopper Chesson

0.0572 − 0.2118i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Negative love

by John Donne

I never stoop'd so low, as they
Which on an eye, cheeke, lip, can prey,
Seldome to them, which soare no higher
Then vertue or the minde to admire,
For sense, and understanding may 
Know, what gives fuell to their fire:
My love, though silly, is more brave,
For may I misse, when ere I crave,
If I know yet, what I would have.

If that be simply perfectest 
Which can by no way be exprest
But Negatives , my love is so.
To All, which all love, I say no.
If any who deciphers best,
What we know not, our selves, can know, 
Let him teach mee that nothing; This
As yet my ease, and comfort is,
Though I speed not, I cannot misse.

The Cuckoo Sings in the Heart of Winter

by Nora Hopper Chesson

The cuckoo sings in the heart of winter, 
And all for Mauryeen he tunes his song; 
How Mauryeen's hair is the honey's colour 
(He sings of her all the winter long!) 

Her long loose hair's of the honey's colour, 
The wild sweet honey that wild bees make, 
The sun herself is ashamed before her, 
The moon is pale for her gold cool's sake. 

She bound her hair of the honey's colour, 
With flowers of yarrow and quicken green: 
And now one binds it with leaves of willow, 
And cypress lies where my head has been. 

Now robins sing beside Pastheen's doorway, 
And wrens for bounty that Grania gave: 
The cuckoo sings in the heart of winter, 
He sings all day beside Mauryeen's grave. 

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