Poem fractal

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This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

Let Me Not Forget

by Rabindranath Tagore

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Drawing the boundary…

The Little Vagabond

by William Blake

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Let Me Not Forget

by Rabindranath Tagore

If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life
then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight
- let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.

As my days pass in the crowded market of this world
and my hands grow full with the daily profits,
let me ever feel that I have gained nothing
- let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.

When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting,
when I spread my bed low in the dust,
let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me
- let me not forget a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.

When my rooms have been decked out and the flutes sound
and the laughter there is loud,
let me ever feel that I have not invited thee to my house
- let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.

The Little Vagabond

by William Blake

Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold;
But the Alehouse is healthy, and pleasant, and warm.
Besides, I can tell where I am used well;
Such usage in heaven will never do well.

But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.

Then the Parson might preach, and drink, and sing,
And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring;
And modest Dame Lurch, who is always at church,
Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.

And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His children as pleasant and happy as He,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.

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