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| This is my little bit of the Mandelbrot set. I got it from the mandelbit generator. You can get one there too. | ||
Jun. 17th, 2002
poem good.
Jun. 17th, 2002 03:22 pmSonnet to Gath
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Country of hunchbacks!--where the strong, straight spine,
Jeered at by crooked children, makes his way
Through by-streets at the kindest hour of day,
Till he deplore his stature, and incline
To measure manhood with a gibbous line;
Till out of loneliness, being flawed with clay,
He stoop into his neighbor's house and say,
"Your roof is low for me--the fault is mine."
Dust in an urn long since, dispersed and dead
Is great Apollo, and the happier he;
Since who amongst you all would lift a head
At a god's radiance on the mean door-tree,
Saving to run and hide your dates and bread,
And cluck your children in about your knee?
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Country of hunchbacks!--where the strong, straight spine,
Jeered at by crooked children, makes his way
Through by-streets at the kindest hour of day,
Till he deplore his stature, and incline
To measure manhood with a gibbous line;
Till out of loneliness, being flawed with clay,
He stoop into his neighbor's house and say,
"Your roof is low for me--the fault is mine."
Dust in an urn long since, dispersed and dead
Is great Apollo, and the happier he;
Since who amongst you all would lift a head
At a god's radiance on the mean door-tree,
Saving to run and hide your dates and bread,
And cluck your children in about your knee?


