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

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Rooks (II)

by Charles Sorley

−0.4531 − 0.5596i

Drawing the boundary…

The White Heat

by Emily Dickinson

−0.4386 − 0.5540i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Rooks (II)

by Charles Sorley

There is such cry in all these birds,
More than can ever be express’d;
If I should put it into words,
You would agree it were not best
To wake such wonder from its rest.

But since to-night the world is still
And only they and I astir,
We are united, will to will,
By bondage tighter, tenderer
Than any lovers ever were.

And if, of too much labouring.
All that I see around should die
(There is such sleep in each green thing,
Such weariness in all the sky),
We would live on, these birds and I.

Yet how? since everything must pass
At evening with the sinking sun,
And Christ is gone, and Barabbas,
Judas and Jesus, gone, clean gone,
Then how shall I live on?

Yet surely, Judas must have heard
Amidst his torments the long cry
Of some lone Israelitish bird,
And on it, ere he went to die,
Thrown all his spirit’s agony.

And that immortal cry which welled
For Judas, ever afterwards
Passion on passion still has swelled
And sweetened, till to-night these birds
Will take my words, will take my words,

And wrapping them in music meet
Will sing their spirit through the sky,
Strange and unsatisfied and sweet—
That, when stock-dead am I, am I,
O, these will never die!

The White Heat

by Emily Dickinson

Dare you see a soul at the white heat?
Then crouch within the door—
Red—is the fire's common tint;
But when the vivid ore
Has vanquished flame's conditions,
It quivers from the forge
Without a color, but the light—
Of unanointed blaze.

Least village boasts its blacksmith
Whose anvil's even ring
Stands symbol for the finer forge
That soundless tugs—within,
Refining these impatient ores
With hammer, and with blaze
Until the designated light
Repudiate the forge—

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