Poem fractal

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Joseph Revell

by Edgar Lee Masters

0.1335 + 0.8418i

Drawing the boundary…

To the Birds

by William Philpot

0.1303 + 0.7924i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Joseph Revell

by Edgar Lee Masters

Scale after scale of you,
Truth after truth of you peel to the core of truth,
The white, hard center of realest life.
Break the sheath and crack the shell,
Find the kernel that springs to a greener leaf,
A richer flower.
Giving gifts to purchase peace,
For acclaim, for the sake of conscience,
Or to quiet the hour of death: seed leaves,
Tear them off till you reach the core of giving,
Giving to find your soul and perfect your soul.
Love: the frayed and dusted scale of sex;
Love of family: the lioness and her cubs;
Love of your fellows: winning love for yourself—
Tear all away to the monad crystal, yourself...
Love that burns for the truth of love,
Love a star, not a moon!

To the Birds

by William Philpot

Ye happier souls, I hark your reboant song,
I mark your sweep and swoop so strong o' the wing;
Whene'er the Spirit whirls your car along,
Ye wheel round all creation while ye sing.
Then for your choice of phrase, if right, if wrong,
To this—what need that any heed ye bring?
Image and utterance round your theme will throng,
And dance, to measure due self-marshalling.
While I, too care-beclawed, of claims the prey,
Can all too seldom lend my soul her swing;
Nor can I walk in poesy's sweet way,
Except by luck and wily time-serving;
And then, when I can somewhere steal apart,
I fail to find what words best tally with my heart.

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