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`Code` Poetry

Tue, 13 Feb 2018 13:56:12 -0500

Pseudo code poem.

if (this === that):
 try write_new_poem()

 except not_a_poet as e:
 return

e e cummings?

console.log('eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee')

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`Code` Poetry

Tue, 13 Feb 2018 13:56:12 -0500

Pseudo code poem.

if (this === that):
 try write_new_poem()

 except not_a_poet as e:
 return

e e cummings?

console.log('eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee')

An embedded gist using shortcode:

A Poem

Thu, 01 Feb 2018 12:35:11 -0500

Now pleasing sleep had seal’d each mortal eye,
Stretch’d in the tents the Grecian leaders lie:
The immortals slumber’d on their thrones above;
All, but the ever-wakeful eyes of Jove.(76)
To honour Thetis’ son he bends his care,
And plunge the Greeks in all the woes of war:
Then bids an empty phantom rise to sight,
And thus commands the vision of the night.

“Fly hence, deluding Dream! and light as air,(77)
To Agamemnon’s ample tent repair.
Bid him in arms draw forth the embattled train,
Lead all his Grecians to the dusty plain.
Declare, e’en now ’tis given him to destroy
The lofty towers of wide-extended Troy.
For now no more the gods with fate contend,
At Juno’s suit the heavenly factions end.
Destruction hangs o’er yon devoted wall,
And nodding Ilion waits the impending fall.”

A Poem

Thu, 01 Feb 2018 12:35:11 -0500