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Apology

by Amy Lowell

−0.2508 − 0.6417i

Drawing the boundary…

The Woman at the Well

by Joseph Campbell

−0.2504 − 0.6328i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Apology

by Amy Lowell

Be not angry with me that I bear
Your colours everywhere,
All through each crowded street,
And meet
The wonder-light in every eye,
As I go by.

Each plodding wayfarer looks up to gaze,
Blinded by rainbow haze,
The stuff of happiness,
No less,
Which wraps me in its glad-hued folds
Of peacock golds.

Before my feet the dusty, rough-paved way
Flushes beneath its gray.
My steps fall ringed with light,
So bright,
It seems a myriad suns are strown
About the town.

Around me is the sound of steepled bells,
And rich perfuméd smells
Hang like a wind-forgotten cloud,
And shroud
Me from close contact with the world.
I dwell impearled.

You blazon me with jewelled insignia.
A flaming nebula
Rims in my life. And yet
You set
The word upon me, unconfessed
To go unguessed.

The Woman at the Well

by Joseph Campbell

Grumly ploughed his field, she said,
Upon the threshold of day;
And the sun rose up in a cloud of fire
Over the hills away.

And two white doves came down, she said,
And bathed in the mearing spring,
And Grumly reined his horses in
To watch so strange a thing.

Grumly ploughed his field, she said,
Upon the heel of day;
And the sun sank down in a cloud of fire
Over the hills away.

And the two white doves came down, she said,
And bathed in the mearing spring;
And Grumly took a jack-stone up,
And did a murderous thing…

It is many a year ago, she said,
And Grumly's field is mine:
He ploughs the Meadow of the Dead
Where sun will never shine.

But still the water runs, she said,
And still the spring is blest;
And daylight whitens in the east
And reddens in the west.

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