Poem fractal

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0.017 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.

To an Old Gentlewoman, Who Painted Her Face

by George Turberville

0.0709 − 0.9285i

Drawing the boundary…

O the voice of woman’s love!

by John Clare

0.0614 − 0.9427i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

To an Old Gentlewoman, Who Painted Her Face

by George Turberville

Leave off, good Beroe, now,
to sleek thy shrivelled skin;
For Hecuba's face will never be
as Helen's hue hath been.

Let beauty go with youth,
renounce the glozing glass,
Take book in hand: that seemly rose
is woxen withered grass.

Remove thy peacock's plumes,
thou crank and curious dame:
To other trulls of tender years
resign the flag of fame.

O the voice of woman’s love!

by John Clare

O the voice of woman’s love!
What a bosom-stirring word!
Was a sweeter ever uttered,
Was a dearer ever heard,
Than woman’s love?

How it melts upon the ear,
How it nourishes the heart!
Cold, ah! cold, must his appear,
Who hath never shared a part
Of woman’s love.

’Tis pleasure to the mourner,
’Tis freedom to the thrall;
The pilgrimage of many,
And resting place of all,
Is woman’s love.

’Tis the gem of beauty’s birth,
It competes with joys above;
What were angels upon earth,
If without a woman’s love—
A woman’s love?

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