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

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Hope is the thing with feathers

by Emily Dickinson

−0.7915 − 0.7157i

Drawing the boundary…

A Man

by Emily Dickinson

−0.7467 − 0.6819i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Hope is the thing with feathers

by Emily Dickinson

"Hope" is the thing with feathers —
That perches in the soul —
And sings the tune without the words —
And never stops — at all —

And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard —
And sore must be the storm —
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm —

I've heard it in the chillest land —
And on the strangest Sea —
Yet — never — in Extremity,
It asked a crumb — of me.

A Man

by Emily Dickinson

Fate slew him, but he did not drop;
  She felled — he did not fall —
Impaled him on her fiercest stakes —
  He neutralized them all.

She stung him, sapped his firm advance,
  But, when her worst was done,
And he, unmoved, regarded her,
  Acknowledged him a man.

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