I won't make any comparisons with the continuation of the poem after the first two lines. At least I don't see any particular similarities between them and my thesis, or the Boidem in general. But the opening line: Only of Myself I Knew How to Tell, seems to ring very true when it comes to what actually happened with this thesis.

 

Only of Myself I Knew How to Tell Only of myself I knew how to tell, My world like the ant's compressed. Also my burders I carried like her, Too many, too heavy for my thin shoulder. Also my path - like hers to the treetop - Was a path of pain, a path of toil. A giant hand, sure and malicious, A teasing hand lay over all. All my ways trembled and wept At this giant hand, in constant fright. Why did you call me, shores of wonder? Why disappoint me, distant lights?

On the other hand, though it may be a highly personal telling, when we're dealing with hypertext and the World Wide Web, it's very hard to realize the second line: My world like the ant's compressed. Quite the opposite. Though my focus, my point of departure, is a telling of myself, the connectivity of the web allows me somehow to embrace the entire world.

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