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

We see rise the secret wind

by Dylan Thomas

−0.3484 − 0.2707i

Drawing the boundary…

A Thunderstorm in Town

by Thomas Hardy

−0.3388 − 0.2901i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

We see rise the secret wind

by Dylan Thomas

We see rise the secret wind behind the brain,
The sphinx of light sit on the eyes,
The code of stars translate in heaven.
A secret night descends between
The skull, the cells, the cabinned ears
Holding for ever the dead moon.

A shout went up to heaven like a rocket,
Woe from the rabble of the blind
Adorners of the city’s forehead,
Gilders of streets, the rabble hand
Saluting the busy brotherhood
Of rod and wheel that wake the dead.

A city godhead, turbine moved, steel sculptured,
Glitters in the electric streets;
A city saviour, in the orchard
Of lamp-posts and high-volted fruits,
Speaks a steel gospel to the wretched
Wheel-winders and fixers of bolts.

We hear rise the secret wind behind the brain,
The secret voice cry in our ears,
The city gospel shout to heaven.
Over the electric godhead grows
One God, more mighty than the sun.
The cities have not robbed our eyes.

A Thunderstorm in Town

by Thomas Hardy

(A Reminiscence: 1893) 

She wore a new "terra-cotta" dress, 
And we stayed, because of the pelting storm, 
Within the hansom's dry recess, 
Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless 
We sat on, snug and warm. 

Then the downpour ceased, to my sharp sad pain 
And the glass that had screened our forms before 
Flew up, and out she sprang to her door: 
I should have kissed her if the rain 
Had lasted a minute more.

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