Poem fractal

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Halfway Down

by A. A. Milne

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Drawing the boundary…

An Extempore Elegy

by Samuel Johnson

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Halfway Down

by A. A. Milne

Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn't any
Other stair
Quite like
It.
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top;
So this is the stair
Where
I always
Stop.

Halfway up the stairs
Isn't up
And it isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery,
It isn't in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn't really
Anywhere!
It's somewhere else
Instead!

An Extempore Elegy

by Samuel Johnson

Here's a Woman of the Town,
Lies as Dead as any Nail!
She was once of high renown,—
And so here begins my Tale.

She was once as cherry plump
Red her cheek as Cath'rine Pear,
Toss'd her nose, and shook her Rump,
Till she made the Neighbours stare.

There she soon became a Jilt,
Rambling often to and fro'
All her life was naught but guilt,
Till Purse and Carcase both were low.

But there came a country 'Squire
He was a seducing Pug!
Took her from her friends and sire,
To his own House her did lug.

Black her eye with many a Blow,
Hot her breath with many a Dram,
Now she lies exceeding low,
And as quiet as a Lamb.

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