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

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Love is a Terrible Thing

by Grace Fallow Norton

0.0154 − 0.3384i

Drawing the boundary…

You are the ruler of this realm of flesh

by Dylan Thomas

0.0348 − 0.3234i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Love is a Terrible Thing

by Grace Fallow Norton

I went out to the farthest meadow,
I lay down in the deepest shadow;

And I said unto the earth, “Hold me,”
And unto the night, “O enfold me,”

And unto the wind petulantly
I cried, “You know not for you are free!”

And I begged the little leaves to lean
Low and together for a safe screen;

Then to the stars I told my tale:
“That is my home-light, there in the vale,

“And Ο, I know that I shall return,
But let me lie first mid the unfeeling fern.

“For there is a flame that has blown too near,
And there is a name that has grown too dear,
And there is a fear....”

And to the still hills and cool earth and far sky I made moan,
“The heart in my bosom is not my own!

“O would I were free as the wind on wing;
Love is a terrible thing!”

You are the ruler of this realm of flesh

by Dylan Thomas

You are the ruler of this realm of flesh,
And this hill of bone and hair
Moves to the Mahomet of your hand.
But all this land gives off a charnel stench,
The wind smacks of the poor
Dumb dead the crannies house and hide.

You rule the thudding heart that bites the side;
The heart steps to death’s finger,
The brain acts to the legal dead.
Why should I think on death when you are ruler?

You are my flesh’s ruler whom I treason,
Housing death in your kingdom,
Paying heed to the thirsty voice.

Condemn me to an everlasting facing
Of the dead eyes of children
And their rivers of blood turned to ice.

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