Poem fractal

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Ghosts

by Joseph Campbell

−0.4983 − 0.8457i

Drawing the boundary…

Out in the dark

by Edward Thomas

−0.4737 − 0.8414i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Ghosts

by Joseph Campbell

The nettle chokes the beaten earth,
The ivy-tree the stone.
The living dead must mind
The walls that were their own.

The living dead must surely mind
The constant stream that spills
Into a granite pool
Between the folding hills.

It twists about, it trickles thro',
And with a hollow sound
It spills into the pool,
And gurgles underground.

Last night, last night, as I came by
The ruins grey and bare,
I heard a human voice
Make music on the air.

For tho' the nettle chokes the earth,
The ivy-tree the stone,
The living dead must mind
The walls that were their own.

I looked, and lo, the driven moon
Hid in a bank of cloud;
And when it shone I saw
A woman in her shroud.

She sang, and washed a wooden churn
All in the water white;
Her hair was in the stream,
Her shroud was spun of light.

She washed, and coloured bubbles foamed
About her fallen hair;
And human laughter rang
Into the icy air.

It seemed the pool was white with feet,
The darkness bright with eyes,
The ruins warm with song,
With laughter and with sighs.

For tho' the nettle chokes the earth,
The ivy-tree the stone,
The living dead must mind
The walls that were their own.

Out in the dark

by Edward Thomas

Out in the dark over the snow
The fallow fawns invisible go
With the fallow doe;
And the winds blow
Fast as the stars are slow.

Stealthily the dark haunts round
And, when a lamp goes, without sound
At a swifter bound
Than the swiftest hound,
Arrives, and all else is drowned;

And I and star and wind and deer,
Are in the dark together,—near,
Yet far,—and fear
Drums on my ear
In that sage company drear.

How weak and little is the light,
All the universe of sight,
Love and delight,
Before the might,
If you love it not, of night.

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