Poem fractal

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Wild Birds

by Edgar Lee Masters

−0.6311 − 0.4078i

Drawing the boundary…

The Assumption

by Charles Williams

−0.6634 − 0.4129i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Wild Birds

by Edgar Lee Masters

The wild birds among the reeds
Cry, exult and stretch their wings.
Out of the sky they drift
And sink to the water's rushes.
But the wild birds beat their wings and cry
To the newcomer out of the sky!

Is he a stranger, this wild bird out of the sky?
Or do they cry to him because of remembered places
And remembered days
Spent together
In the northland, or the southland?

Is this the ecstasy of renewal,
Or the ecstasy of beginning?
For the wild bird touches his bill
Against a mate;
He brushes her wing with his wing;
He quivers with delight
For the cool sky of blue,
And the touch of her wing!

The wild birds fly up from the reeds of the water,
Some for the south,
Some for the north.
They are gone—
Lost in the sky!

In what waters do these mates of a morning
Exult on the morrow?
What wild birds will cry to them as they sink
Out of an unknown sky?
To whose cry will she quiver
Through her burnished wings to-morrow,
In the northland,
In the southland,
Far away?

The Assumption

by Charles Williams

With arms all bare to household toil
And a little child in hand,
The Mother of God goes on, goes on,
Beside her Peter, beside her John,
And chanting priest and singing bard,
And Michael the warrior for her guard,
She walks a fertile land.

She treads the ways of Sarras town
As Nazareth she trod,
She knows to mend, she knows to cook,
She knows on Lord Jesus' face to look,
Before her feet the high kings ran,
She, the Maid, is the Mother of Man,
She is the Mother of God.

Sorrow and Labour and Delight
Go surely up with her.
Softly and gaily she goes on,
As when she did her sandals don,
As when she rinsed the cup and can
For blessèd Joseph, a labouring man,
And God, a Carpenter.

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