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

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Love in the Asylum

by Dylan Thomas

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Drawing the boundary…

Not from this anger

by Dylan Thomas

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Love in the Asylum

by Dylan Thomas

A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds
 
Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven—proof house with entering clouds
 
Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.
 
She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
Possessed by the skies
 
She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.
 
And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.

Not from this anger

by Dylan Thomas

Not from this anger, anticlimax after 
Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower 
Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods 
In a land strapped by hunger 
Shall she receive a bellyful of weeds 
And bear those tendril hands I touch across 
The agonized, two seas.

Behind my head a square of sky sags over 
The circular smile tossed from lover to lover 
And the golden ball spins out of the skies;
Not from this anger after
Refusal struck like a bell under water
Shall her smile breed that mouth, behind the mirror,
That burns along my eyes.

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