Poem fractal

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0.007 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

No Pleasure Without Some Pain

by Thomas, Lord Vaux

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Drawing the boundary…

The Prohibition

by John Donne

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

No Pleasure Without Some Pain

by Thomas, Lord Vaux

How can the tree but waste and wither away
That hath not sometime comfort of the sun?
How can that flower but fade and soon decay
That always is with dark clouds over-run?
Is this a life? Nay, death you may it call
That feels each pain, and knows no joy at all.

What foodless beast can live long in good plight?
Or is it life where senses there be none?
Or what availeth eyes without their light?
Or else a tongue to him that is alone?
Is this a life? Nay, death you may it call
That feels each pain and knows no joy at all.

Whereto serve ears if that there be no sound?
Or such a head where no device doth grow?
But all of plaints, since sorrow is the ground,
Whereby the heart doth pine in deadly woe?
Is this a life? Nay, death you may it call
That feels each pain and knows no joy at all.

The Prohibition

by John Donne

Take heed of loving me,  
At least remember, I forbade it thee;  
Not that I shall repair my unthrifty waste  
Of breath and blood upon thy sighs and tears,  
By being to thee then what to me thou wast;  
But, so great joy our life at once outwears,  
Then, lest thy love, by my death, frustrate be,  
If thou love me, take heed of loving me.  

Take heed of hating me,  
Or too much triumph in the victory.  
Not that I shall be mine own officer,  
And hate with hate again retaliate;  
But thou wilt lose the style of conqueror,  
If I, thy conquest, perish by thy hate.  
Then, lest my being nothing lessen thee,  
If thou hate me, take heed of hating me.  

Yet, love and hate me too,  
So these extremes shall neither's office do;  
Love me, that I may die the gentler way;  
Hate me, because thy love is too great for me;  
Or let these two, themselves, not me, decay;  
So shall I live thy stage, not triumph be;  
Lest thou thy love and hate and me undo,  
To let me live, O love and hate me too.

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