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| author | Case Duckworth | 2015-02-09 12:04:05 -0700 |
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| committer | Case Duckworth | 2015-02-09 12:04:05 -0700 |
| commit | 96ab7a3ce522f38a768e67c73021bf1071832a37 (patch) | |
| tree | 1d04af8a849055fdec68cbebf538b6c86424f414 /swansong.html | |
| parent | Finish linking Elegy, Hezekiah; Rename files (diff) | |
| download | autocento-96ab7a3ce522f38a768e67c73021bf1071832a37.tar.gz autocento-96ab7a3ce522f38a768e67c73021bf1071832a37.zip | |
Add Paul; move source files to src/
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| 1 | <!DOCTYPE html> | ||
| 2 | <!-- Template for compiled 'Autocento' documents --> | ||
| 3 | <html> | ||
| 4 | <head> | ||
| 5 | <meta charset="utf-8"> | ||
| 6 | <meta name="generator" content="pandoc"> | ||
| 7 | <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0, user-scalable=yes"> | ||
| 8 | <meta name="author" content="Case Duckworth"> | ||
| 9 | <!-- more meta tags here --> | ||
| 10 | <title>Swan song | Autocento of the breakfast table</title> | ||
| 11 | <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="_common.css"> | ||
| 12 | <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="_verse.css"> | ||
| 13 | <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="_elegies.css"> | ||
| 14 | <!--[if lt IE 9]> | ||
| 15 | <script src="http://html5shim.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/html5.js"> </script> | ||
| 16 | <![endif]--> | ||
| 17 | </head> | ||
| 18 | <body> | ||
| 19 | |||
| 20 | |||
| 21 | <header> | ||
| 22 | <!-- title --> | ||
| 23 | <h1 class="title">Swan song</h1> | ||
| 24 | |||
| 25 | </header> | ||
| 26 | |||
| 27 | <section class="verse"> | ||
| 28 | <p>Swans fly overhead singing goodbye<br />to we <a href="howithappened.html">walkers of the earth</a>. You point<br />to them in formation, you tell me<br />you are not you. You are the air the swans<br />walk on as they journey like pilgrims<br />to a temple in the south. A curtain<br />there separates me from you, swans<br />from the air they fly through. I say<br />that you are no longer the temple,<br />that you have been through fire<br />and are now less than ash. You are<br />a <a href="moongone.html">mirror</a> of me, the <a href="deathstrumpet.html">air without a swan</a>.<br />Together, we are each other. You<br />and I have both nothing and everything<br />at once. We own the world and nothing in it.</p> | ||
| 29 | </section> | ||
| 30 | |||
| 31 | <nav> | ||
| 32 | </nav> | ||
| 33 | |||
| 34 | </body> | ||
| 35 | </html> | ||