Poem fractal

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Too Near

by Philip Bourke Marston

0.4156 + 0.1507i

Drawing the boundary…

The Expiration

by John Donne

0.4879 + 0.1393i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Too Near

by Philip Bourke Marston

So close we are, and yet so far apart, —
So close, I feel thy breath upon my cheek;
So far, that all this love of mine is weak
To touch in any way thy distant heart:
So close, that, when I hear thy voice, I start
To see my whole life standing bare and bleak;
So far, that, though for years and years I seek,
I shall not find thee other than thou art!

So, while I live, I walk upon the verge
Of an impassable and changeless sea
Which more than death divides me, love, from thee;
The mournful beating of its heavy surge
Is all the music now that I shall hear:
O love, thou art too far, and yet too near!

The Expiration

by John Donne

So, so, breake off this last lamenting kisse,
Which sucks two soules, and vapors Both away,
Turne thou ghost that way, and let mee turne this,
And let our selves benight our happiest day,
We ask'd none leave to love; nor will we owe 
Any, so cheape a death, as saying, Goe;

Goe; and if that word have not quite kil'd thee,
Ease mee with death, by bidding mee goe too.
Oh, if it have, let my word worke on mee,
And a just office on a murderer doe. 
Except it be too late, to kill me so,
Being double dead, going, and bidding, goe.

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