Poem fractal

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Modern Beauty

by Arthur Symons

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Drawing the boundary…

Contradictions

by Mary Coleridge

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Modern Beauty

by Arthur Symons

I am the torch, she saith, and what to me
If the moth die of me? I am the flame
Of Beauty, and I burn that all may see
Beauty, and I have neither joy nor shame,
But live with that clear light of perfect fire
Which is to men the death of their desire.

I am Yseult and Helen, I have seen
Troy burn, and the most loving knight lie dead.
The world has been my mirror, time has been
My breath upon the glass; and men have said,
Age after age, in rapture and despair,
Love's poor few words, before my image there.

I live, and am immortal; in my eyes
The sorrow of the world, and on my lips
The joy of life, mingle to make me wise;
Yet now the day is darkened with eclipse:
Who is there still lives for beauty? Still am I
The torch, but where's the moth that still dares die?

Contradictions

by Mary Coleridge

When I am dead, I know that thou wilt weep,
I that have never caused thee grief before,
I that have soothed thee, sung thy woes to sleep,
I shall have wrought thee sorrow wild and deep,
And made thy burden more.

When I am dead, I know thou wilt forget,
Thou that didst never yet forget thy friend.
"Grieve not!" I cry; "I would not have thee fret"—
"Remember! I would live within thee yet."
In vain, I know the end.

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