Poem fractal

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Under the Surface

by John Boyle O'Reilly

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Drawing the boundary…

The Prohibition

by John Donne

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Under the Surface

by John Boyle O'Reilly

Ay, smile as you will, with your saintly face! 
But I know the line 
Of your guard is as weak as a maze of lace: 
You may give no sign— 
And the devil is never far to seek, 
And a rotten peach has a lovely cheek. 

As they come in the stream, I say to you: 
The lives we jostle are none of them true. 
Who seeks with a lamp and glass may find 
A nature of honor from core to rind; 
But woe to the heart that is formed so true: 
It may not reck, and it still must rue 
The perjured lip and the bleeding vow. 
God keep it blind to the things we know— 
To the ghastly scars for the leech’s eyes 
And the occult lore of the worldly wise.

The Prohibition

by John Donne

Take heed of loving me,  
At least remember, I forbade it thee;  
Not that I shall repair my unthrifty waste  
Of breath and blood upon thy sighs and tears,  
By being to thee then what to me thou wast;  
But, so great joy our life at once outwears,  
Then, lest thy love, by my death, frustrate be,  
If thou love me, take heed of loving me.  

Take heed of hating me,  
Or too much triumph in the victory.  
Not that I shall be mine own officer,  
And hate with hate again retaliate;  
But thou wilt lose the style of conqueror,  
If I, thy conquest, perish by thy hate.  
Then, lest my being nothing lessen thee,  
If thou hate me, take heed of hating me.  

Yet, love and hate me too,  
So these extremes shall neither's office do;  
Love me, that I may die the gentler way;  
Hate me, because thy love is too great for me;  
Or let these two, themselves, not me, decay;  
So shall I live thy stage, not triumph be;  
Lest thou thy love and hate and me undo,  
To let me live, O love and hate me too.

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