From 643d9ceb308c206a6e572c7c555168ff0ca60bc1 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2015 15:40:42 -0700 Subject: Fix #5: Verse typesetting Thanks to the pandoc-discussion thread at , line breaks in verse have been converted to s, which enables the CSS to style them with hanging indents, given a too-small viewport. This commit also includes a makefile edit to reflect this change, and the Haskell source and executable of the pandoc filter. --- time-looks-up-to-the-sky.html | 12 ++++++------ 1 file changed, 6 insertions(+), 6 deletions(-) (limited to 'time-looks-up-to-the-sky.html') diff --git a/time-looks-up-to-the-sky.html b/time-looks-up-to-the-sky.html index b190c3b..668c2e0 100644 --- a/time-looks-up-to-the-sky.html +++ b/time-looks-up-to-the-sky.html @@ -36,12 +36,12 @@
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I wish I’d kissed you when I had the chance.
Your face hovering there, so near to mine,
your mouth pursed—what word was it you pronounced?

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When I think about you, something in my pants
tightens, and my thoughts run, and I realize
I should’ve kissed you when I had the chance.

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I want that moment never to be past
like Keats’s lovers on the grecian urn:
his mouth pursed, her figure turned to pronounce

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her hips in ways that are not feminist.
But time strolls mildly on, not glancing at my
wish to kiss you when I had the chance,

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whispered like a beggar to a prince
outside his palace: time looks up to the sky,
purses his lips, and hears what I pronounce

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but pays it little mind. If he would just
turn back, bend down, and follow my design,
I would have kissed you when I had the chance,
as your mouth pursed and you pronounced goodbye.

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I wish I’d kissed you when I had the chance.Your face hovering there, so near to mine,your mouth pursed—what word was it you pronounced?

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When I think about you, something in my pantstightens, and my thoughts run, and I realizeI should’ve kissed you when I had the chance.

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I want that moment never to be pastlike Keats’s lovers on the grecian urn:his mouth pursed, her figure turned to pronounce

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her hips in ways that are not feminist.But time strolls mildly on, not glancing at mywish to kiss you when I had the chance,

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whispered like a beggar to a princeoutside his palace: time looks up to the sky,purses his lips, and hears what I pronounce

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but pays it little mind. If he would justturn back, bend down, and follow my design,I would have kissed you when I had the chance,as your mouth pursed and you pronounced goodbye.